FIERCE is filled with adventure and intrigue. What if you found out that everything you ever knew was wrong--That is the dilemma facing Elizabeth Devonhouser-a charismatic dress designer,dealing with the loss of her parents,while raising two younger, extraordinary siblings. Her entire world turns upside down with passion and desire,when she meets a mysteriously interesting man,and finds herself drawn into his world of magical diversions and immortality. Come share the fascinating journey into their world.
Beamed and Intoxicated
The children were a bit restless but they enjoyed listening to me read to them,
it kept them quiet and entertained.
I looked at Jason as he closed his eyes and fell asleep from the soothing sound of my voice as I read. Then I closed my book and put it back in my purse. Reading to Jason always help him to sleep. I spent a lot of time reading to the children. And they spent a lot of time reading on their own, we enjoyed the passion of books, especially poetry books.
A good book was always better than a long movie in our house. I enjoyed watching the children learn poetry, and repeat it back to me from time to time. Poetry was a very important part of my life. I liked the way it spoke to my soul, and I wanted the children to experience the joy of poetry also.
I sometimes wrote poetry and I encouraged them to not only read poetry, but write it as well.
I looked up just in time to see the bus coming around the corner. It stopped down the street a bit. I stuffed the book of poems back in my purse quickly.
“Okay sweetie here comes the bus,” I said as I shook Jason gently to wake him. Jason took Helene in one hand and his book bag on the other. He stood waiting for the bus to get to us. Just about that time, a car pulled up on the side of the building in the parking lot..
“Hey Miss Liz, would you like a ride home?”
I looked towards the parking lot and saw William with one arm on the open window, sporting a pair of sunglasses. Driving a shiny white Mercedes with gold spinners, and the look of old-fashioned grandeur. He was looking damn good in it. Nevertheless, I reminded myself that I was a fairly levelheaded woman and not really impressed with material things that belonged to other people. Self, I said, I’m not in the least bit impressed . But he sure does look good, but I won’t let him know, that I know, he looks good. No, I will not. Self, I said, be calm, be poised, be numb.
“Hey Lady are you getting on or not?” The bus driver seemed annoyed with my daydreaming. However, it was already hot, and I did kind of like William. A ride in that cute car instead of the bus. Sounded like a good idea to me. What harm could it do?
“Ah, no, you can go on sir, I’m not getting on, thank you.” My eyes were glued on William and his on me, as I waved to the bus driver to close his door.
“Kids come on,” I put my arms around them and headed towards the car.
“Here, let me help you all,” William spoke in a soft sexy voice as he got out, ran around and opened the door on the passenger side, and the back door for Helene and Jason.
Then he took Jason’s book bag and placed it on the back seat. The kids happily crawled in, as William closed the back door and secured the lock. I got in the front seat, smiling to myself at how attentive William was to my children.
William closed my door and pressed the lock down, he leaned down on the window seal and folded his arms across one another in a very relaxed manner. His eyes searched my face, he searched my body from head to toe for a minute. Then he gazed through his sun glasses right into my eyes,
“So which way do I go, pretty lady?”
His silky voice hypnotized me. His breath blew right in my face, like sweet mint, it filled my flushing face. My mouth flew slightly open, I breathed in as if I was trying to catch the sweet mint.
I felt like I might faint. Think girl, where do you live? Brain… o-o-oh brain… wake up! I warned myself, but I could not think while he was staring at me like that, licking those dreamy lips. Teeth so white and perfect, skin as smooth as a baby’s butt. Who could think!
I turned my head away from his gaze, so I could remember myself. I looked straight out to the street, the spell seemed to be momentarily broken, long enough for me to speak.
“Ah, go right up to the corner and make a left on Central Avenue, keep straight until you get down to Ward St, then hang a right onto Oak St. I live in Creekside apartments, one mile down on the left, apartment 7B.” I said as I slightly turned my head back to look at him once more.
This time I caught a whiff of his cologne, when the wind blew a small breeze of it my way. I felt his eyes looking right through me as I spoke, melting my soul, with a mesmerizing chemistry that made me euphoric. He in turn seemed elated, with a smile so wide and bright, it made me smile automatically.
“Oh yeah, I know where that is” William said as he slowly pushed his hands away from my window and walked in front of the car back to the driver’s seat. My eyes followed him as he walked in front of the car. I scanned his body now, with great care. I noticed his muscular arms and his perfect swagger. My head moved slowly, as I followed him all the way to his seat, while my mind processed every inch of his beautiful body in slow motion.
The ride was mostly quiet, with soft music playing. I could hardly think and breath at the same time. I felt his presence on my skin, it made little goose bumps swell up on me. I kept rubbing my arms hoping he wouldn’t notice my giddiness.
What is wrong with you silly woman, get a hold of yourself. He is just a man. I scolded myself over and over all the way home. The car smelled like fresh pine mint, fresh like forest clean air. I had never smelled a car that smelled this fresh and clean before in my life. It was a bit overwhelming to say the least. It was so clean and shiny, new looking.
I was feeling somewhat strange, but good. The kids fell asleep as soon as their little heads hit the seat. William drove rather slow as he spent most of his time looking at–-no, staring at me.
“So is your car new, I mean it smells so fresh and new.” What a stupid thing to say . Stupid, stupid, stupid. I hoped the expression on my face did not make me look even more stupid.
“No not at all, It’s about a year old actually. I need to clean it up a bit more really.” He smiled and spoke softly, yet in a strong and sexy way.
Clean it up more? If this car were any cleaner, it could be used for an operating room. I thought to myself. So loud in my head, my mind was racing. I was a bit overwhelmed with his presence. I was having feelings. These Feelings that I had locked up… Feelings that I had built a wall around. And now I felt that wall suddenly crashing down, brick by well constructed, unbreakable, no- I- will- not- love- again, brick.
I was out of control and I… I liked the way it felt. No! I spoke to myself again and I said self, I cannot let this beautiful, sweet talking, swaggerlious man, tear down my wall. It took me years to build this wall. Hard, unhappy years. I will not allow him to tear it down, in a shiny Mercedes, cleaner than the board of health, on a 20 minute ride home. I scolded myself over and over trying to knock some sense into my own head. But my heart wasn’t listening to my head anymore. There was a fight going on. Head vs. heart, and heart was winning..
We made light conversation none of which I even remembered by the time I got home. I was intoxicated with his scent, his look, his breath. I was utterly and extremely intoxicated with him. I was happy and sad at the same time. Happy for the way I felt. Sad because I promised myself I would never feel this way ever again. All I could offer myself was the hope that once I got home I could regain control of myself, and put those bricks right back in place.
At least that was the plan I had settle on in my mind. I don’t care how good looking he is, or how good he smells. I don’t want this, I don’t need this and I don’t have time for this. I kept telling myself the same thing over and over.
When William pulled into my apartment complex, there was still residue from the morning fire and the parking lot was marked with yellow police tape, like a crime scene.
That yellow tape on top of my continual scolding was enough to bring me back to my senses. Like waking from a sweet dream, all my senses shot back into place, and woke me to the reality of my very complicated life. The reality of how adding this man in the mix would surely make my kool-aid either, way too bitter, or way too sweet. Either way, it would be more than I could handle.
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