The writer and the boxer - a sweet romance

Chapter 4

OMG!! Its Saturday morning and I arose with a slight headache, bolting upright, skimming the room looking for extra pairs of eyes. I see nothing but my own eyes sleepily mimicking my movements in the mirror. 'Ha', it was all a lovely dream and I snuggle back into my bed, under the cover. Oh Luc was an absolute delight and a joy to converse with. A welcomed change to my Friday nights. Then I remembered kissing his tattooed lips and I pulled the cover over my face trying to hide my shame.

I hope I didn't do anything else horrid. Wait, did we...............? My thoughts trail to the blue lace and I look down to find I was still in them and my jersey-dress had been draped on my stool situated near the bed.

Oh my! He probably took one look at my chubby waist and couldn't stand the thought of having sex with an ugly fat girl. My lips curled into a frown and I felt hurt and degraded knowing I would never find someone who likes jiggles and wiggles. I rescind once again to being a lonely woman with cats as my companions. Not that I liked cats but they always ended up to be in the movie as a companion to the lonely old woman.

After my bath I felt more empowered and figured Luc will be missing out on the lovely curvaceous Jennifer with all her padding, and trimmings. I sauntered, feeling sexier, to my kitchen with knowledge of breakfast for one.

There on the counter was a single paper and what seemed like a note. My heart sang a few musical chords as it registered the gist of the words written:

"My mother said never take advantage of the weak. She is a very smart and wise woman. Until next time sexy building siren. Luc. Ps. I did take a long peek of the blue lace and prefer the pair instead of the lone underwear."

I swirl around hugging the note close to my breast. He likes my jiggles!! He likes what he saw!! I am a sexy siren, and then it dawned upon me. He undressed me, and I shyly look towards the windows hoping I could not be seen.

I make my breakfast all in smiles and settle down at my table enjoying my sausage and eggs with toast. I temporarily forgot about the outside world while basking in the note left by the building stranger.

I automatically reach for my android mobile phone to send a text thanking michelle for the encouragement in buying the blue lace underwear. My phone did not have a lock code on it, so I was pleasantly surprised that in pressing the 'On' button I was thrown into the contact listing under the 'J' words. Smack dab in the middle of one 'Jean-Luc' mobile number. I slide my finger gently on the words and as I did so the number dialed automatically. I jumped placing the phone to my ear awaiting his voice.

"Good morning building siren", I hear from the other end.

"Thanks again for not taking advantage of a weak, lonely woman", I said in reply.

"No need for thanks Jennifer, I am not a beast".

He was a bit too cool and my sexiness faltered as I heard the aloofness in his voice.

"I, I just wanted to say thanks for taking care of me lastnight. Take care". I stammer out the words and hung up before hearing any other words from the phone.

Sigh, yup my sexiness just went right back out the door and I refrained from thanking Michelle for the lacy purchase.

I settled down with my desktop to finish a few poems for a book I was working on. My mind was not settled at all on my work. All I could think about was hazel eyes, pedicure feet and real-size lips on necks.

I shake my head trying to remove those thoughts from my mind and reread a poem I thought was finished. My mobile buzz and my eyes dazzled as I read 'Jean-Luc' as the sender. I opened it a bit apprehensive.

"The building siren has no rights to be thanking me as much as she has. For her tempting body has sang its song already. I am at her beck and call".

I hit reply;

"I was brought up knowing that I should say please if I make a request of someone and thanks if a good deed is done. Maybe my song didn't hit the right notes"

I smile and replace the mobile on my desk turning my attention to my book once again when I felt the vibration.

"The building siren does not need to shout her song for its the lull that I'm drawn to"

'Is he flirting with me', I think to myself and hoped beyond hope that he was and is.

Reply:

"Just as you were drawn to my lull, I was drawn to those perfectly tattooed lips. My apologies for taking advantage of you"

"De nada. I enjoyed your advantageous outburst. Would the building siren care to take even more liberties with a humble boxer?"

Was he nervously replying also, in spanish? I wondered to myself as I hit the reply button.

"I thought my song had you at my beck and call? If so, I call on you to make my acquaintance once again this evening at 7:30pm"

"Your song has been sung and I shalt listen and adhere to it. Until then building siren. Write about me :)"

I could hear the song he referred to, singing loudly, practically screaming. I giggled and focused my energy on my poems awaiting my evening delight