Read Online A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) by Fifi Flowers - Free Book Online

light breakfast. We ate quickly at the kitchen island, and
then we were out the door to a waiting car. Greeted by Phillip and Charles we
popped into the backseat. I snuggled up to his side, and he pulled me onto his
lap. I loved the yummy kisses he gave me on the way to my office.
    Too soon we pulled up in front of McDimel-Sanders Building
on Avenue of the Americas. Evan helped me out of the car, and I received one
last earth-shattering kiss. Floating across the sidewalk, I smiled at the
enormous nutcrackers stationed in front of every square concrete pillar of the
cantilevered entrance to the building. I loved how the modern, glass skyscraper
was transformed during the holidays. My mood was elevated as I breathed in the
pine scent of the decorated Christmas trees displayed above the revolving-door
entrance. I practically soared up to my office on the thirty-third floor.
    It was early when I walked into the art department, and it
was empty and quiet. I dropped my purse next to one of the two large drafting
tables in the office space I shared with my co-worker and good friend Jane. As
I removed my coat, I caught a whiff of Evan's scent and breathed it in deeply before
hanging it on a nearby rack. I then set about making a pot of French roast
coffee. While waiting for the coffee, I turned around and faced the large
discovery board on the opposite wall. The board was filled with photos,
magazine clippings, fabrics, and colour wheels, all meant to inspire ideas for
ads. As my eyes flitted around, I was drawn to a photo of Evan, and I had an
overwhelming urge to draw.
    I poured some café crème into my Café de Flore coffee bowl,
a gift from my dearest friend Lily. As I passed by the large drawers that held
all of our design supplies, I grabbed a few sheets of smooth drawing paper and
took them back to my desk. My desk was covered with coloured pencils, markers
and watercolour paints as well as several preliminary sketches for storyboards.
Whenever I could or when the mood struck me, I loved to doodle. Jane called it
art and told me to stop wasting my talent working on storyboards that brought
other people's ideas to life. She insisted on many occasions that I should show
in galleries. Personally, I thought she was a bit biased; they are only
sketches hardly what you would call masterpieces worthy of being exhibited.
However, she had planted thoughts in my head of maybe one day turning these
doodles into larger works of art, but only for my pleasure, not for public
viewing. They were private drawings of my surroundings; interesting objects and
people that captured my attention. They were not portraits and often they are
not complete figures, but rather studies of body parts. My current fascination
was with the elements that made up the face.
    Sitting at my desk, smiling to myself, I began sketching and
lost myself in my drawing of Evan’s lips. My smile faded quickly when Jane
walked in and began to bombard me with questions.
    “Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving the party on
Friday? I was worried about you. Last time I saw you, you were pretty tipsy.
And then I hear that you took off walking, refusing to take a car home. Are you
crazy?
    “Last I looked you were wrapped around some hot guy bumping
and grinding. True dirty dancing moves. I was waiting for you to be lifted in
the air at any moment.” I laughed.
    “He was pretty hot, wasn’t he? But don’t change the subject.
We are talking about you!”
    “I was fine. I took a stroll by some holiday windows.”
    “You are crazy!”
    “Well, if it makes you feel any better someone followed me
out of the party.”
    “Tall, dark and handsome, I hope!”
    “But of course. Who else would be following me?” I attempted
to make a joke of the situation, but seeing the look on her face, I added, “As
you can see, I made it home safely.”
    “You're not getting off the hook that easily, my friend.
I'll tell you my story, and you tell me yours. We'll compare hotties!”