Serendipity

My excerpts from the thoughts that never met the paper -

Standing, he removed his coat. His custom three-price suit pushed more than a few of my hot buttons but it was the tall, powerfully lean body that made it sensational. He removed his coat, the movement of his flexed a sudden knot in my gut. Still, hot as all that magnificent maleness was, it wasn't until he moved to the window and the reflection of his stone hard, but sharp face stared back at me.

I sat there, stunned.

WOW.

And he smirked, and I could only stare.

As he stared back, he altered, something sort of a curtain were drawn away from his eyes, which, intense enough has a strong force of will that sucked the air from my lungs.

Reacting purely on instinct, my lips parted to accommodate faster breathes. My heartbeat quickened.
My reflexes made his smirk more effective. Those eyes narrowed slightly, his features otherwise schooled into impassivity.

He firmed his palm on the glass, and something in the air shifted between us. I'm sure, he felt it, too.

He said something, I said something two.
And the last what my senses will let me recall were,
"I want to fuck you, Amaya"

What an unfortunate stroke of Serendipity.

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©️ Taani, July 2018.