She sat across the room from him. The round tables with metallic gold tablecloths and bouquets of red roses, were perfect for the ambiance needed. She looked around, wandering what she would observe. He stood out among everyone in the room. She gazed at him, soaking in his long dark locks and medium built facial features. The waiter came by and offered a glass of champagne, she accepted. As she sipped on the edge of the glass, she focused her attention again towards the man who was sitting on the opposite side of the ballroom. The dancers in the center of the floor caused an intermittent view of him. This favorably affected the mysteria of the situation. As she gazed at this superb specimen of intrigue, she observed the slight grin adorning his lips as he stared at the floral arrangement at the center of his table. He knew something and it amused him.

She thought about the car that had pulled up earlier outside her dwelling place. She felt radiant in her Christmas Green ankle length silk dress. The short but ruffled sleeves tickled her arms as she strolled toward the car. Her hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, her long dark strands ending in small curls. Joy filled her heart as a white gloved tuxedo clad man held the car door open for her. She smiled with glee and nodded at him, verbally dishing out a thank you. She stepped into the car, enjoying the ride as anticipation grew. Upon arriving at the appointed designation, the white gloved tuxedo clad driver again was there to hold the door open for her. And, again, as she stepped out of the car, she nodded and verbally handed him a thank you. Another white gloved tuxedo clad man was there to greet her with a, “This way ma’am.” He extended his elbow and she was obliged to gently grasp it with her hand. He had led her to the table at which she now sat and instructed her to stay there until beckoned elsewhere.

Time passed long enough for her to slowly finish her drink and to be offered another one, which she again accepted. As she sat watching the unknowingly chosen cast members spin and twirl across the dance floor, she caught a glimpse of the gentleman on the other side of the room. He captured her gaze and gave her a wink. She smirked and took a long drink from her small goblet as she looked steadily and intently at his dark eyes. He called an attendant over and obviously quietly spoke to him. The orchestra ended their performance and some of the dancers exited to their chosen tables. Someone was making an announcement. “We have a special request.” was all that was said. The orchestra started playing again. A most delectable piece was being played. Her heart sighed with contentment and she closed her eyes to fully enjoy the musical arrangement.

As the instruments were ending their melodies she opened her eyes. She had full view of that wonderful creature across the room. They smiled at each other. Then with a straight face he pointed his index finger at her then turned it into a “come here” gesture. She gingerly sat back in her chair and motioned for the waiter to approach her. She asked him to deliver a message. As he did, she finished her second drink waiting for results.

The gorgeous gentleman arose upon receiving the message and approached her. Upon arriving at her side, he gently her took hand and kissed the back of it. “My lady,” he crooned, “my apologies, your beauty so captivated me I lost my manners.” As he gazed into her eyes he added, “May I have your name and would you give me the honor of an encounter on the dance floor?”

“You may call me, ‘My Lovely Wife’ ” she remarked. “And what shall I call you?” she asked. He suggested, ” How about My Handsome Husband? ” They laughed and headed to the dance floor, where several melodies commenced and finished before they headed back to an empty table to curb their thirst and rest their feet.

She felt free. No more school and a day off work. She drove to the bookstore. She was perusing the aisles choosing items to buy, when she caught his eye. He was young and gorgeous, though she didn’t notice the latter at the time. He wondered why she wasn’t in school, since he thought she looked so young. She answered that she had graduated and her job hadn’t scheduled her for the day. Chatting ensued. He showed her a couple possible purchase items. Which one should he buy for his girlfriend? Her naivety causing her to miss the red flag, the chatting continued. The asking of her number resulted in him getting it. She left the store.

Two weeks later, coming home from a night out, she receives a message. He’s called. Who called? Not recognizing his name, she has to think. Oh, the guy from the bookstore. A meeting commences, again chatting ensues. And once again a red flag is missed by her innocent trusting character. Advice on matters of his girlfriend are presented to her. She gives her opinion, never once questioning the late night encounter and the ruse of needed guidance.

The encounters continued. Always at odd times and late at night. She was enamoured with the attention. Questions of the girlfriend arose. “She’s gone, I choose you.”, she was told. The fabrication snatched her heart and it was his. He kept coming back. He sometimes showed up at her work site to steal a kiss or two. She received very late night phone calls, blamed on a very late release from work. Once in a while, a tapping on her window would wake her up. He was there, had to see her, his improbity and lust drawing her to the path of fornication.

Even after giving her all to him, meeting his family was out of the question. Was she his girlfriend or not. The truth of realization, that she was the other women, would come later and would sting for years to come.

It all ended when the scare of pregnancy arrived. If she was, they would get married. She was not, he had dodged the bullet and that was his to cue to exit, leaving her with a daggered heart, scarred for life.

Short stories to help pass the day. Or maybe I should say short snip-its.

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