occasion,” she stated, feeling a little self -conscious about her jean clad appearance.
“I should have worn something a little bit less relaxed. You’ve done your job well, Mr. Styles. It’s very relaxing in here. I could get used to this.” She pointed to him, referencing his business casual look.
“Maybe you are a bit overdressed as well.” She giggled nervously, instantly thinking of how strong his chest looked the day he stood in her kitchen barely dressed.
“Don’t worry about it babe, you are fine , and a guest in my home. Feel free to get comfortable while I get into something more comfortable as well .” A fleeting memory of him standing in her kitchen crossed her mind. She blushed as a warm sensation welled inside her stomach.
He had not been too sure what to wear so he decided to wear a pair of black slacks, white top and black loosened tie that hung precariously from his neck. He had the traditional business look, but was glad to see that she had planned to lounge around with him.
Her eyes followed his tall six foot frame through the door as he disappeared down the hallway towards his bedroom. A little bit nervous and needing something to occupy her already jittery hands, she browsed his collection of DVD’s that sat in what looked like a custom made bookcase. It also housed a myriad of photos of him. A couple of him from what looked like work, another one with an older woman who had her arms wrapped around him lovingly. She assumed it was his mother. Curio u s, she inspected the picture further and realized that it was the woman from the park. If she remembered correctly, it was T. There were no other pictures of him with any other females, which struck her odd. No past girlfriends? No family pictures? Was he an only child?
Her eyes scanned across more pictures then came to a section of VHS tapes that were dated and placed in chronological order from the oldest dates to the most recent. Pulling one from the shelf, she read the label. ‘Kevin Styles, 10/15/02, WMMT- 17 news.’ There was a whole series of them. She assumed he had tapes of himself for every day that he presented his broadcast. Why he would keep every one of them was beyond her understanding. Maybe a bit narcissistic on his part; but he looked good and was well aware of it. She knew it too.
“I see you are making yourself familiar with my collection of movies,” his deep voice echoed from behind. He’d snuck up on her while she was consumed in inquisitiveness, making it hard for her to detect his presence.
“I’m sorry,” she blushed and headed for the small intimate table and sat down. She spun around quickly to face him. He’d changed his clothes and was now wearing a pair of jeans and a white top.
“Now I am as comfortable as you.” He popped open a bottle of white wine and poured her a glass. By this time, the hunger arousing smell of baked veal surfaced and wreaked havoc on her nose. She inhaled the mouth-watering scent.
“I trust you brought your appetite as well more good conversation,” he asked as he handed her the glass.
I brought whatever you want, she thought. “I sure did.” Grabbing the glass from him, their hands touched, sending electric, vibrating shocks through her. “This music sounds familiar.”
“Well, it should, it is Midnight Magic. You know the band that was playing the night I met you.”
Small talk took place as they enjoyed a home cooked meal prepared by him. By ten o’clock, both were sitting on the floor, backs rested against a loveseat and were watching a DVD of one of her favorite movies. Throughout the movie, Kevin touched her lightly in conversation, getting a feel for her and watched her reaction to him. She returned the same touches, giving him the silent go ahead as if it was alright.
“I should have worn something a little bit less relaxed. You’ve done your job well, Mr. Styles. It’s very relaxing in here. I could get used to this.” She pointed to him, referencing his business casual look.
“Maybe you are a bit overdressed as well.” She giggled nervously, instantly thinking of how strong his chest looked the day he stood in her kitchen barely dressed.
“Don’t worry about it babe, you are fine , and a guest in my home. Feel free to get comfortable while I get into something more comfortable as well .” A fleeting memory of him standing in her kitchen crossed her mind. She blushed as a warm sensation welled inside her stomach.
He had not been too sure what to wear so he decided to wear a pair of black slacks, white top and black loosened tie that hung precariously from his neck. He had the traditional business look, but was glad to see that she had planned to lounge around with him.
Her eyes followed his tall six foot frame through the door as he disappeared down the hallway towards his bedroom. A little bit nervous and needing something to occupy her already jittery hands, she browsed his collection of DVD’s that sat in what looked like a custom made bookcase. It also housed a myriad of photos of him. A couple of him from what looked like work, another one with an older woman who had her arms wrapped around him lovingly. She assumed it was his mother. Curio u s, she inspected the picture further and realized that it was the woman from the park. If she remembered correctly, it was T. There were no other pictures of him with any other females, which struck her odd. No past girlfriends? No family pictures? Was he an only child?
Her eyes scanned across more pictures then came to a section of VHS tapes that were dated and placed in chronological order from the oldest dates to the most recent. Pulling one from the shelf, she read the label. ‘Kevin Styles, 10/15/02, WMMT- 17 news.’ There was a whole series of them. She assumed he had tapes of himself for every day that he presented his broadcast. Why he would keep every one of them was beyond her understanding. Maybe a bit narcissistic on his part; but he looked good and was well aware of it. She knew it too.
“I see you are making yourself familiar with my collection of movies,” his deep voice echoed from behind. He’d snuck up on her while she was consumed in inquisitiveness, making it hard for her to detect his presence.
“I’m sorry,” she blushed and headed for the small intimate table and sat down. She spun around quickly to face him. He’d changed his clothes and was now wearing a pair of jeans and a white top.
“Now I am as comfortable as you.” He popped open a bottle of white wine and poured her a glass. By this time, the hunger arousing smell of baked veal surfaced and wreaked havoc on her nose. She inhaled the mouth-watering scent.
“I trust you brought your appetite as well more good conversation,” he asked as he handed her the glass.
I brought whatever you want, she thought. “I sure did.” Grabbing the glass from him, their hands touched, sending electric, vibrating shocks through her. “This music sounds familiar.”
“Well, it should, it is Midnight Magic. You know the band that was playing the night I met you.”
Small talk took place as they enjoyed a home cooked meal prepared by him. By ten o’clock, both were sitting on the floor, backs rested against a loveseat and were watching a DVD of one of her favorite movies. Throughout the movie, Kevin touched her lightly in conversation, getting a feel for her and watched her reaction to him. She returned the same touches, giving him the silent go ahead as if it was alright.
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