What She Doesn't Know

Chapter 4.

The show goes on and another hour passes of talking to people I wish would fall into the imaginary hole in the floor. Leslie asked why I had hurried off randomly and I responded by stating it was a restroom emergency, she bought it of course. I must shamefully admit I'm very good at deceiving others. It's a great skill to have when you want to keep things as private as I do. Around nine o'clock individual artist begin to lug their ginormous blocks of ice out on to the floor, standing next to them beaming at their creations. Many start to gather at the sculptures that speak to them the most, inquiring about the inspirations for them. I stay towards the back keeping my eyes on the prize. I mean the pianist. Why am I so fixated on this person. Aside from the fact that she's the most beautiful woman I had ever seen something is different about her. Her presence felt so familiar yet I know I have never met this person. The baby blue dress she wore clung to her curves and dipped in the back exposing the skin there. I want to put my mouth on that skin, to suckle on every inch of her flesh. I can't even begin to imagine what her unexposed skin would do to me if I saw it. Wow I need to stop. I haven't had these thoughts in...well forever. No woman ever grabs my attention for more the a few seconds.

Buzz. I feel the vibrations from my phone and grab it to the check the message. Simon. I check my watch, 9:37.

Simon: Hows everything going? You've got about an hour left before I arrive.

Me: It is bearable. May I call you?

Simon: Of course.

I quickly hit the call command and Simon answers on the first dial. "Hey, so change of plans my friend."

"Oh yeah? Whats going on," Simon questions.

"I'll be leaving here later that I was expecting." I trial off, diverting from the crowd so that no one may here me. "I've met someone."

 "Ahh I see. So what would you like for me to do?"

"Well the woman I have met is playing piano for our event and will be busy until the end of the night. I need to get her phone number so I may see her again, you see?" I do feel bad for making Simon change his plans. "So I'm thinking meet me around twelve ready to go by the helicopter. Is that alright?"

"Of course Sir." Simon doesn't precede with questions which I'n thankful for. "Is there anything else you will be needing?"

"That will be all, thank you Simon." With that I hang up the call and slip my phone back into my blazer before heading back into the sea of drunken heads. 

I need to get this woman's name before she has a chance to slip away. I need a way to contact her. Two more hours go by and the only way I'm able to stand through to this end of this thing is to focus all of my attention on the pianist. The remainder of her songs are beautiful and they bring a sort of peace to me I've never felt. Most of tonight's attendees are making their way out of my firm's front doors and into Uber's drunk as can be. Leslie is doing her best to corral those who don't know the difference between their first and their seventh glass of alcohol. She attempts to stabilize men twice her size but just before they about plunge on top of her like a timbering tree she calls over security to escort them out. Soon the pianist stops playing and the air in the foyer falls flat. I make my way over to her as she gathers her things from behind the stage. My heart is racing. Finally I reach her.

"Excuse me," I say not wanting to frighten her. She turns toward me, hands fumbling over each other full of random items and and her ear piece planted in between her teeth. Before I can say anything else she releases the ear piece from her clenched jaw, managing to catch it in her already full grip, and utters the sweetest sounding Hello I've ever heard. 

"You again," She smiles waiting for me to continue. 

"Yes me again," I clear my throat. "So you know me but unfortunately I don't know you."