“May I sit down?” he asked. She was mesmerized from the moment she saw him. Tall, dark and handsome, the prefect combination. It was just a regular Sunday, like any other Sunday. Tess walks to the small coffee shop by Central Park and watches people walk by. People watching has always been a favorite past time; observing the variety of this world’s creatures roaming the earth with their exquisitenesses. She sits outside on the terrace. Her coffee next to her sketch book; steam rising with freshness. Every inhale filled with the richness of the coffee bean. Although, she fails to understand how something so simple as coffee has become such a mainstream dependence for the modern generation. She swipes the hair from her face and looks around for a subject. Tess is an artist. She prefers live subjects in their natural habitat. Candid. Reacting as you would expect without a care in the world, not realizing that they are being watched.
That’s when she discovered him. Sitting across the way, he slowly sipped his coffee, careful not to burn his tongue. He pressed his lips against his cup slowly, so sensually. His golden hair glistened in the sun, like water in a pond. Every move he made was slow motion in her eyes. She picked up her sketch pencil and began drawing. Each line so carefully composed and arranged. Every crevice fully detailed in her work. He was so fragile to her, that just one misplaced line would break him into a million pieces. His physique so masculine and perfect.
He noticed her glancing over at him. He didn’t make anything of it at first. After all, she was gorgeous. Her long red hair was flowing in the afternoon breeze. Something intriguing in her eyes drew him to her. He picked up his cup of coffee and walked over to her.
Tess takes another glance to continue her drawing, but her subject has moved. She looks around to see where he has gone. Surprisingly she sees him walking toward her. “May I sit down?” he asks. “Sure.” she says. “My name is Paul.” “I’m Tess.” He offered his hand to her and she shaked it in return. “Nice to meet you,” said Tess, “you come here often?” “No, I’m actually in town on business,” Paul said to her, “Nice drawing.” Tess looked down at her drawing in full view on the table. She covered it up, blushing. “Yea… about that.” Paul put his hand over hers and looked into her eyes. “It’s ok. I wouldn’t mind staring at you all afternoon either.” He smiled. She smiled back. He moved her hand away from the drawing and examines it carefully. Tess was nervous. “You wanna get out of here?” Paul asked. Tess nods and gathered her things. He watched her as she brushed her hair out of her face, closed her sketchbook and put it into her bag. He thought about her gentleness. How he wished he could touch her soft skin and caress her. She noticed that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. The feeling was mutual, she couldn’t stop staring.
They walked through central park together, talking and laughing. Sharing interests, likes and dislikes. Tess wondered how in the past ten years she had been living in New York; she had not found a man like Paul. He’s tall, very handsome and has practically everything in common with her; the same taste in art and music. A heterosexual man that enjoys musicals is just too good to be true. They like the same foods; grew up nearly minutes from each other. He was everything she had been looking for in a man. But of course there’s just one thing wrong with him. He’s only here on business. So yes, for Tess, it is just too good to be true.
After the walk in the park, he invited her out for dinner. She had been having so much fun with him, she couldn’t say no. Besides, a gorgeous man invites you out for dinner, you don’t pass. They spent all of dinner talking and drinking wine. As time progressed, their conversation got deeper and deeper. They were sharing secrets of intimacy and topics that the public ear shouldn’t hear about.
He walked her home. It wasn’t far from the restaurant. “Would you like to come in for some wine?” Tess asked. Paul, trying to keep a straight face and not fall over to the side, said, “I don’t know if that’s a good idea. Does it look like I need more wine?” They both began to laugh. He took a step closer to her and put his arms around her waist. He moved in to kiss her cheek but Tess turns her head and kissed him on the lips. Their first kiss turned into a long night of passionate lovemaking.
Tess awoke to the sun pouring through her blinds. She turned over and saw Paul lying next to her, so peacefully, so very sexy. She was dumbfounded that she had spent all night with essentially the man of her dreams and in a couple days, he’d be gone. She may never see him again.
To be continued…