When She Comes

Chapter 5 - Follows Only One

A little before midnight, Sabine reluctantly decided it was time to say goodbye but Prince did all he could to persuade her to stay. Being cute in your fifties wasn't even hard, not when you're Prince. Desire to learn more about her was his need, he also did not want to be alone.

"Come on now...what are you Cinderella? Is your Infiniti QX60 gonna turn into a pumpkin?" He teased her gently while smoothing his hand down her arm, clasping her hand sweetly into his and caressing the top with his thumb.

Prince's eyes tried to take her in but he didn't know where to look first, it was like having emotional ADHD. Shifting from her springy dark brunette and champagne ombre curls that bobbed with each of her movements emitting the prettiest fresh scent into the air from either her shampoo or styling product to noticing her barely detectable freckles against her creamy dark caramel skin. Singing about desire, love and sex most of his life, he thought he had experienced it all. Sabine was somehow divergent. Their sacred and cryptic spiritual connection, mixed with the contemplation of his most unholy thoughts, compelled him into a state of imbalance.

"You are flawless." Prince didn't even know he blurted under his breath until she was flushed and pressing her lips together. "Men must be lining up for you." Slipping once again, completely unaware of the secrets his lips were telling.

He just kept brushing his thumb along the dorsal part of her hand. By now, their mutual interest in one another was like a spell, and they were both so bewitched that neither of them would soon forget the allure of the other. Sabine didn't even notice that he was holding her hand, it was that natural.

"How...how do you know what I drive?" Weakly she queried, perplexed at him rattling off the details of her vehicle.

Hard to believe he was 23 years older than her, she couldn't stop looking at him, especially his eyes. How can eyes communicate lust and love at the exact same time?

The photographer in her was dying to take his picture, an eternity of photography sessions with him, both formal and candid. Her eyes gazing at him through the viewfinder would never tire of recording every chiseled angle of his face, especially those beautiful windows that showcased his soul.

While he did look a bit thin, she was sure he just needed a couple of delicious home cooked meals. Perhaps his bachelor life was catching up to him.

The calmness he experienced with her near, it was a strange serenity that he was not willing to surrender easily.

"I have surveillance all over this place. I saw you sitting outside the gate earlier today and then again in the lobby when you asked to use the phone." There wasn't much that got past Prince in his own home. "I always tell my staff, 'The eyes of Prince are always watching.'"

Silly laughter ensued with the two as his eyebrows raised wildly and eyes widened in his attempt to sound devilishly mysterious.

The negative vibes she tasted while KJ/Kirk watched her in the lobby was not at all what she sensed with Prince. In fact, there was a delicate childlike nature to him that made him extremely endearing. Not that he was simple by any means; rather genuine is more how she would describe him. Sabine felt like she wanted to protect him with the benefit of her dreams to reference of course. If she'd ever be honest with herself, she enjoyed his company too.

Undeniably, both of them felt a natural and loving pull to one another, even though they had just met.

As much as Sabine was tempted to stay, she also wanted to get home to Clive.

"What's the rush? Aren't you enjoying yourself? Allow me make us some pancakes, we can continue to get to know one another." Prince pushed wondering if there was something he could do to make her more comfortable.