Bad Choices (Hypernaturals 8)

Class A Idiot

Andrea popped into the office at 3:31 pm. He did not knock. He opened the door and entered. I suppose it was not an imperious act, given that it IS a business, and there is no window on the door and no sidelights to look in with. A lot of modern businesses have that, but this is an older building, and for this particular event, we did not want Andrea to see who his greeting committee is.

Morgan sat at Angel's desk when Andrea arrived. I am back on the couch.

Before Andrea arrived we made good use of our time. We made love, went to lunch, and made love again. I was thinking about whether I am ready for round three when the door opened. Round three is my favorite. Well, pretty much any round three or later. They last longer. As it turned out, we did not have time.

Andrea screwed the idea of further love completely up with the arrival of his handsome face. I already did not like him before that interruption.

Andrea is undeniably a very handsome man. Even I can see that. Classically handsome. Strong jaw. Perfect five O'clock shadow. Wavy dark hair, just that perfect tiny bit longer than neatly trimmed, but not a mop. Olive complexion. Classic V-shaped torso. Narrow hips. Perfect teeth. Charming smile. You name it, he has it. Movie star / magazine cover good looks.

Sure: I COULD deny he is attractive, He might even be unattractive to space aliens. Not the kind that kidnaps humans and has sex with us though. It is instantly easy to see one possible way Angel was taken in by this guy. His good looks transcend gender.

Utterly offsetting the beauty is that he was a complete and utter asshole to our Angel. Therefore, he was and is utterly repulsive. He is beauty and the beast, all rolled into one. Nakoma got her looks from him. Angel is hardly unattractive, but neither is she this physically perfect man. Angel's beauty appears when she smiles and you feel her inside you.

Nakoma, on top of her inherited physical appearance, is a nice person, like her mother. Not a hideous human, like her mothers' sperm donor.

"Where's my daughter?" Andrea asked upon entering our domain, unaware he is now doomed.

He does not even know her name. Upon reflection, I am not sure how he knows she is a girl. Not important right now.

Morgan stood and waved him to a chair. "Nakoma is not here. Have a seat. Andrea."

The way she separated his name from the rest of the sentence was very telling. Sit or be made to sit.

I slide in behind him. He is going nowhere. He glanced back at me for a moment, incorrectly decided I am no threat to his physical perfection, and said to Morgan with some ill-advised defiance "I am only here to pick up ... Nakoma. It's a long damn drive back. Need to get going."

Fast on the uptake. Got her name. He only had to pause a moment to process it.

Morgan looked at him coldly. Her tone was frozen solid. If the guy had a brain, he would understand his untenable position. Of course, he does not know Morgan as I do. Not even counting what she is now. "I said: have a seat. Andrea. Make me ask again. Please."

Morgan's dislike of this man is crystal clear.

Andrea looked very puzzled by that. Not only did he not care that she obviously did not like him, He assumes Morgan to be no more of a threat to him than I am. From his point of view, he is in gym-rat shape. He has Morgan topped by a couple of centimeters in height. He would probably guess he has her by thirty or more pounds of muscle too. I could see his assessment of her as he swept her length with his eyes. yet for all of his obvious physical advantages, she is acting like he is the one that is no threat.

His snap assessment of me was similar. Clearly I am a complete dweeb to him. Probably ten or twenty pounds lighter, and all of his incorrectly assumed extra weight is muscles. I seem to pose no threat physically. On top of that, he is obviously used to being able to talk or charm his way out of anything, not that he has tried that approach yet.