long
enough to notice the institutional white paint and sterilized smell of the
room. Around him were few monitors, even less that he was actually hooked up
to. He’d gone to school a few times to be a doctor so he knew what each and
every piece of equipment was for. Not that he was going to actually work as one
because he didn’t do anything for anybody but him, but he liked to know
everything about the world that he could so as to better rule it—
“Two days,” Hara said, interrupting his thoughts.
“You were in surgery all night the first day because the bullet pierced an
artery. They thought you were going to bleed to death. That’s one thing they’re
guessing. Maybe you were in shock and that’s why you were speaking in a made up
language. Plus, you didn’t seem to know who anyone was, let alone yourself. You
were really gone….”
“Well, like I said, I’m good now.”
She smiled then and, when she did, a wondrous light
entered her eyes.
“For that, I’m thankful,” she said.
He ignored that, instead asking, “Speaking of
wounds, how’s your boyfriend?”
Straightening up as though she was more comfortable
with this subject than she was with his gift of tongues, she said, “Eric’s
fine. He had to stay overnight for observation because he had a nasty
concussion, but he’ll be okay.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah. It easily could’ve gone the other way if you
hadn’t jumped in. I think the guy was thinking about shooting me.”
“Yeah…maybe….”
She seemed nervous again as she added quietly, “But,
just so you know, Eric isn’t my boyfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend.”
He knew that she was hinting, but he was going to
play his own game for a bit. He planned to only be her friend, albeit one who
always hinted at things himself, until she couldn’t take it any longer. Then,
when passion drove them together, she wouldn’t be able to think rationally and
he could take complete advantage of her.
“He isn’t?” he asked after a few moments, pretending
like he didn’t already know that Eric was just a friend. “By the way he was
scowling at me the other day, I was sure you two were an item.”
“Nope. We’re just friends. I mean, he’s a good guy
and everything, but I’m just not attracted to him.”
“How is it a girl as beautiful as you doesn’t have a
boyfriend?” he asked as he flashed his best smile. This smile had seduced some
of the most striking and powerful women in history—even the notorious man-eater
Cleopatra had been clay in his hands. If it could accomplish that, then it
could certainly seduce Hara .
She blushed, her hands on his getting warmer. He
could also feel her pulse speeding up as she pressed her thumb deeper into his
hand thanks to her nerves. She was becoming flustered. Exactly the reaction
he’d been going for.
Hara swallowed, her lips slightly parting afterward
as her luminous eyes looked between his eyes and mouth and her chest began
rising and falling in shallow gasps. She probably didn’t realize how obvious
she was being in wanting to kiss him.
Eventually, she said, “I just haven’t found a guy
I’ve liked enough to become his girlfriend.”
“That’s a pity,” he said in a tone of voice that
said it wasn’t really. He wanted her to be confused about him. To know that he
wanted her, yet also to wonder whether or not he really did. The anticipation
on her part would just build him up in her mind.
A lot of men had to do what they could to stay away
from exactly that. But not him. He could live up to the fantasies. Actually, he
would make even the best fantasy pitiful in comparison. When you had more than
a hundred centuries of practice, not including the hundreds more before time
was recorded, you knew your stuff. Archeologists believed that he’d migrated
from the home of his parents in Africa somewhere between 60,000 B.C. and 30,000
B.C., but he knew otherwise. Scientists believed so strongly in their
radiometric dating.
enough to notice the institutional white paint and sterilized smell of the
room. Around him were few monitors, even less that he was actually hooked up
to. He’d gone to school a few times to be a doctor so he knew what each and
every piece of equipment was for. Not that he was going to actually work as one
because he didn’t do anything for anybody but him, but he liked to know
everything about the world that he could so as to better rule it—
“Two days,” Hara said, interrupting his thoughts.
“You were in surgery all night the first day because the bullet pierced an
artery. They thought you were going to bleed to death. That’s one thing they’re
guessing. Maybe you were in shock and that’s why you were speaking in a made up
language. Plus, you didn’t seem to know who anyone was, let alone yourself. You
were really gone….”
“Well, like I said, I’m good now.”
She smiled then and, when she did, a wondrous light
entered her eyes.
“For that, I’m thankful,” she said.
He ignored that, instead asking, “Speaking of
wounds, how’s your boyfriend?”
Straightening up as though she was more comfortable
with this subject than she was with his gift of tongues, she said, “Eric’s
fine. He had to stay overnight for observation because he had a nasty
concussion, but he’ll be okay.”
“That’s good.”
“Yeah. It easily could’ve gone the other way if you
hadn’t jumped in. I think the guy was thinking about shooting me.”
“Yeah…maybe….”
She seemed nervous again as she added quietly, “But,
just so you know, Eric isn’t my boyfriend. I don’t have a boyfriend.”
He knew that she was hinting, but he was going to
play his own game for a bit. He planned to only be her friend, albeit one who
always hinted at things himself, until she couldn’t take it any longer. Then,
when passion drove them together, she wouldn’t be able to think rationally and
he could take complete advantage of her.
“He isn’t?” he asked after a few moments, pretending
like he didn’t already know that Eric was just a friend. “By the way he was
scowling at me the other day, I was sure you two were an item.”
“Nope. We’re just friends. I mean, he’s a good guy
and everything, but I’m just not attracted to him.”
“How is it a girl as beautiful as you doesn’t have a
boyfriend?” he asked as he flashed his best smile. This smile had seduced some
of the most striking and powerful women in history—even the notorious man-eater
Cleopatra had been clay in his hands. If it could accomplish that, then it
could certainly seduce Hara .
She blushed, her hands on his getting warmer. He
could also feel her pulse speeding up as she pressed her thumb deeper into his
hand thanks to her nerves. She was becoming flustered. Exactly the reaction
he’d been going for.
Hara swallowed, her lips slightly parting afterward
as her luminous eyes looked between his eyes and mouth and her chest began
rising and falling in shallow gasps. She probably didn’t realize how obvious
she was being in wanting to kiss him.
Eventually, she said, “I just haven’t found a guy
I’ve liked enough to become his girlfriend.”
“That’s a pity,” he said in a tone of voice that
said it wasn’t really. He wanted her to be confused about him. To know that he
wanted her, yet also to wonder whether or not he really did. The anticipation
on her part would just build him up in her mind.
A lot of men had to do what they could to stay away
from exactly that. But not him. He could live up to the fantasies. Actually, he
would make even the best fantasy pitiful in comparison. When you had more than
a hundred centuries of practice, not including the hundreds more before time
was recorded, you knew your stuff. Archeologists believed that he’d migrated
from the home of his parents in Africa somewhere between 60,000 B.C. and 30,000
B.C., but he knew otherwise. Scientists believed so strongly in their
radiometric dating.
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