Charm Of Sensuality

Chapter 2

Eden stared, she couldn't help herself. Greenville was small, and she could bet that she knew everyone around. But the man standing in the shop's doorway was an exception.

He did not look familiar. She doubted anyone around here looked like him at all. He had on black trousers that fit him snug, his feet covered by expensive looking black loafers. A long sleeved white dress shirt covered his upper body, accenting his muscular build. His skin was the color of melted chestnut, his lips were full, his lashes were long and his eyes were light brown, even lighter than her grandfather's. On his wrist was a gold watch, his skin was blemish free and God...he was so extremely good looking it almost hurt to look at him.

Despite the summer heat and his overdressed attire he had not one ounce of sweat on him. Even from where he stood he smelled of soap and a sensual male musk that had everyone staring.

His presence was time consuming, it seemed that Eden had no idea how long he had been standing there. He suddenly walked forward and the woman all parted much like the red sea to let him through. He walked through the crowd of women and looked through the small freezer filled with ice-creams, milks and cheeses before grabbing for a vanilla cone.

He shut the freezer door behind him before stopping at the counter, his eyes meeting hers head on.

He slid the ice-cream across the counter and she blinked, snapping out of her daze.

"Um...I'm sorry but she's in line ahead of you-," the older woman cut her off, "Oh no, he can go...I'll wait."

Eden frowned but didn't argue. She reached for his item and checked it out, the cash register door popping open. "That'll be one dollar and fifty cents."

The man's eyes never wavered from her own. He stuck his hand in his pocket, pulled out a ten and placed it on the counter. She felt trapped underneath his gaze as she reached for the ten. As soon as her hand was on the money he grabbed the ice-cream cone, peeled it open and began to lick at it. She was flustered for a moment, the intensity of his gaze on her as he licked the ice-cream was one that screamed sexual.

She made his change and nearly dropped it. He stopped licking the cone and leaned forward, close enough to her to touch her. He sniffed and then he frowned up.

He pushed away from the counter, ice-cream in hand. "Keep the change, sweet heart." He said nonchalantly almost as if he didn't just visibly sniff her.

He turned around before she could object and walked out of the door, leaving Eden and the women staring after him.

Eden's hand shook as she looked down at the change in her hand.

Mrs. Walker whistled again, she had managed to sidle her way to the counter, "That man...is...fine. F-I-N-E. I ain't never seen nobody that look like that around here. Mhm mhm mhm and child, the way he was looking at you, like you was the vanilla on top of that ice-cream. Forget my grandson, baby. Get you some of him."

Eden flushed with embarrassment, but she had to agree, and the way he looked at her was pointedly...carnal.

She cleared her throat before ringing up the last of the items on the counter and receiving the money.

"I'm really not trying to get some of nobody, Mrs. Walker. The last thing I'm worried about is men, especially a man that I don't know."

"You ain't no fun. You need to get out more, let loose."

Eden laughed before shooing everyone out, "I'll take your word for it."

They all waved bye as they walked out of the store, the door chiming behind them. As soon as they were gone she leaned forward and sighed. Her heart was pounding. She had never met anyone so handsome and his eyes... His gaze was piercing as if he were looking into her very soul. She shivered as she remembered the look in his eyes. It was almost vicious... animal like.

She wrapped her arms around herself as she tried to make sense of him sniffing her. He had been so close her... so incredibly close.

She shook off the thought and glanced at the small white watch on her wrist. It was nearing three o'clock. She hated closing up early but she needed to go home and sort out her things. She was moving into her childhood home, deciding it would make more sense to live there instead of the small apartment she had been renting. She walked over to the door and flipped the OPEN sign to CLOSED. She locked the door, pulled off her apron and ran a busy hand through her hair. She headed for the back door, locked it behind her and stuffed the keys into her back pocket.

She was a small woman, her body was not even remotely curvaceous. She was a B-cup though in her opinion she resembled more of an A-cup. She was being generous with herself. Her hips were slim. Her butt was not flat but it wasn't much either. She had always been envious of curvy women. Women with large breast and large hips. Being a southern woman that lacked Southern attributes was often a point of contrition for her.

She ran across the street, sweat pebbling along her brow as the sun beat down on her. She ran a hand down the back of her neck, her short hair blowing in the wind. She was grateful for the walk, it gave her the opportunity to clear her mind. To reminisce.

She stuck her hands in her pockets, walking slowly toward the little cottage like house she had grown up in. She remembered it all as if it were yesterday. Her grandmother baking cookies, her grandfather showing her how to plant flowers outside.

They had been her only family and she had never lacked for anything. They had given her love and time and recognition and she loved them for it. After her grandmother had died her grandfather had tried his hardest to raise her up like a lady.

He had always warned her not to go out at night and to stay away from boys. She smiled softly as she remembered him telling her when she was fifteen that boys had cooties. At fifteen she had laughed hysterically at the idea of cooties but she had indulged him regardless.

She pulled a hand out of her pocket and played with the pendant around her neck absentmindedly. He had given her the small crystal pendant years ago and had told her to never take it off. She had done as she was told and had never even attempted to remove it.

Sometimes she forgot that it was even there. She rounded the corner, making her way into the neighborhood affectionately coined "Booker-Town." She passed by the gated residence of an old couple that had lived there for thirty years. She passed by the Baptist church and a group of children dressed in their play clothes as they chased each other down the street.

She pushed the iron gate open and climbed up the driveway. She fished the keys from her pocket and unlocked the door before stepping inside.

She walked in, sat the keys on the nearest table and placed her hands on her hips. There were unpacked boxes on the floor. She walked past them and headed for the living room. She plopped down on the couch and sat in silence for a moment. She wasn't sure she'd ever get used to this. To the obvious emptiness of the place.

She grabbed the remote and quickly turned the TV on. As it clicked on she stood and moved toward the rest of the boxes.

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