SHALLOW DEPTHS

Chapter 5

        His house was everything, it was huge, beautiful, it had marble floors, brick walls, and a rooftop view with a Jacuzzi to go with it. He had Roman statues and historic paintings in his living area, a portrait of his mother in the dining hall, and a shelf of samurai swords. His kitchen was every woman's dream, as he had cutleries and utensils of the finest quality, the floor a glossy wood finish. He was obviously a man of taste and class.

The catering was contracted and almost immediately, the aroma of different delicacies filled the room. A bartender was stylishly displaying varieties of exquisite cocktails. The party was going to be grand, as men carried in crates of expensive champagnes and wines by the dozens. A hookah stand was being set up and a lady was talking about body shots and games. Everything seemed taking care of, what assistance was he talking about, it was Friday and since there was no official work, I was going to eat caviar and indulge in body shots, I was going to live what was once a daydream.

By noon, guests had started arriving, men and women of class and title. A lady wore the latest Christian Dior gown over a pair of glossy black Louboutins, a pearl necklace on her neck, and her earrings were made of diamonds. You could tell from her entourage that she was a woman of status and power.

''Do you drink?'' Cyril asked, a bottle of 76' Chardonnay in one hand, and a pair of wine glasses in the other, he looked like a waiter that owned the restaurant. ''Yes, Yes I do'', I answered coolly, where is the celebrant, I don't think I've seen him at all.

''My bad, I will introduce you right away'', he grinned, follow me.

''Ziggy this is my best friend Spice, Spice this is my woman Ziggy''. Was the alcohol kicking in already? What game was he playing, ''my woman?'' we did not discuss this part of my job. For the next few hours he introduced me to guests as his woman, holding and guiding me by my waist, his hands were gentle, and my thoughts were no longer PG.

''Would you like to dance?'' he said, flirting with my hair. The way he moved was everything, his body pressed to mine, I could feel him hard against my lower back and it turned me on. What was wrong with me?, I thought about Richard, thought about all our years together, then I thought about Cyril, I did not know this man, but there was a method to the way he held my body that made me feel like I had been waiting for this my whole life.

''You do something to me Ziggy'', he whispered into my ear, one hand fondling my butt. There was a way his lips caressed my name whenever he called it, he spun me around, caught me by the waist, pulled me closer and kissed me. I felt myself get moist between my thighs and I knew it wasn't the period. His eyes were beautiful, like they had pixie dust in them. His hands were strong, one would think him a knight.

''I have a boyfriend'', I found my voice. Looking back into his eyes, looking for hurt, looking for regret.

''You could really use a husband now'', he whispered, and that's why am here'', he continued. What kind of line was that, who says that to a girl? I was weak in both knees. He had called me beautiful, flirted with me, danced with me, kissed me. And now he was leading the way to his room, looking over his shoulders every few seconds to take glances at me. The room smelt of mahogany, there were silk sheets and the curtains were made of lace. His closet boasted of the best outfits and foot wears, and his watch collections looked like they cost a fortune. He reached for his drawer and brought out a brown box. ''Would you indulge?'' he asked, blunt in hand. There was a way he stared at me that caused a shiver to scatter my soul.

The heat in his dark eyes was steady, controlled. As if the overwhelming desire that was ripping my self-control to shreds was nothing more than of passing interest to him.

''I have never smoked a blunt before'', I managed.

''You should try it, it's a new strain and its really good'', he whispered, taking a drag from one and passing it to me.

I must have gotten lost in his aura, I was dimly aware of the fact that I had smoked a whole blunt. It sent a tingling rush through my body, I suddenly felt light, and I swear to God, I felt my feet lift the ground.

He caught me, swaying in time to a leather sofa by the window, I was high, he had a hand on my breast and the other on my hips, and he looked at me like nothing else mattered to him. Why was my heart beating this fast, I could barely breathe and coordination seemed to be a problem. I had a boyfriend, and allowing him to hold me like this was staining that, it was causing an injury to my reputation. And yet his powerful control over my senses caused my body to betray my minds command.

I tried to put some distance between us, but I couldn't move. And deep down, I wanted him.

He spoke in a low voice. ''I wanted you from the first day I saw you''

''What'', I whispered.

''What would it feel like to touch you.''

I trembled, did he know what his presence does to me, did he know what this marijuana was doing to me? Did he know that I was fighting the urge to rip his clothes off and touch him where it mattered? I was in a crazy state of euphoria, the feeling was right, I felt limitless, I felt invincible, and I felt my eyes closing.