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East Village.
Through the window Nathaniel spotted a flower display outside a local bodega. “Stop here.”
The fingers paused strumming to turn the wheel, bringing the car gracefully to parallel-park directly in front of the store. Nigel started to get out but stopped as Nathaniel opened the door and sprang out with more enthusiasm than he’d felt in years.
An Asian woman in her sixties stood over the flowers, smelling them and taking her time. After perusing the vast array of colorful blooms gathered in twine, Nathaniel picked several bunches of deep purple Dendrobium orchids.
The woman gave the gathered bunches in his hand a wrinkly smile. “Lovely!”
He returned her friendly manner. “Thank you. Which ones do you like?”
She pointed to pink roses among the many rose varieties. He pulled them from the display, shook the dripping water from the stems and handed the bouquet to her. Her eyes widened with happy surprise.
“For you.”
“Thank you!”
With a bounce in his step and thoughts of Michelle’s smile on his mind, he went inside and paid.
“That was a nice thing to do,” Nigel told him upon his return to the car.
Nathaniel reached over and pressed the button closing the partition, eliciting a generous laugh from Nigel as the window rolled up.
Pulling out his phone, he searched for the number he’d tried so hard not to call since Sunday, and dialed.
Her voice was all business as she answered, “Hello?”
His blood warmed, but he kept his voice cool and distant. “It’s me. I’m here early.”
“Oh! Hi.” The change in her tone was intoxicating. “I’m ready. I’ll be right down. Are you standing outside?”
“I’m driving up now.”
“In a cab?”
“I’ll see you in a moment.” He hung up, staring at the phone and finding himself more impatient than he remembered ever being. Two more streets and they would be there. What would he tell her? Nothing. He’d tell her nothing. Not yet anyway. She was a stranger to him, and precautions must be taken. So why did he want to confess everything he was?
Chapter Nine
M ichelle had done all the pampering things necessary to prep for the best date of her life. She’d shaved everywhere needed, changed her outfit five times, settling on a red mini-dress with no sleeves and a chocolate brown slim coat. Her nails on her toes and fingers were nude-pink, and she picked out a pair of heels that were nude leather. It made her legs look naked. There was nothing trashy about her appearance but it did have sex written all over it. Staring at herself one last time in the mirror, she felt as though her heart might crumble from beating so fast. She yanked the elastic band out of her hair and watched her deep brown locks fall around her shoulders. Remembering Rose’s face as she’d done the same to her last Saturday, she whispered, “You’re right. That is better.”
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her clutch bag and headed for the elevator. There would be no chancing breaking a sweat on those stairs since she was already running hot with excitement. As the numbers lit, she watched wishing they’d hurry the hell up. He’s here early. Let him wait, the voice in her head said, but she was too excited to pay it any mind. As soon as the doors slid open, she was out and forcing herself to walk normally at a slow pace on the foyer tile toward the front door. When she walked outside, the East Village was still golden from the sun’s descending light. It lit up the west side of her face, hair and body as she searched for cabs, finding none.
A long black sedan sat waiting in front of her building. The door to the driver’s side opened and a driver rose into sight. Michelle glanced to him in her search and saw the back door swing open revealing Nathaniel sitting inside. His long legs swung out of the car and he leaned over for something inside. What had to be fifty purple orchids appeared as he rose out of the car in one fluid motion. Walking toward
Through the window Nathaniel spotted a flower display outside a local bodega. “Stop here.”
The fingers paused strumming to turn the wheel, bringing the car gracefully to parallel-park directly in front of the store. Nigel started to get out but stopped as Nathaniel opened the door and sprang out with more enthusiasm than he’d felt in years.
An Asian woman in her sixties stood over the flowers, smelling them and taking her time. After perusing the vast array of colorful blooms gathered in twine, Nathaniel picked several bunches of deep purple Dendrobium orchids.
The woman gave the gathered bunches in his hand a wrinkly smile. “Lovely!”
He returned her friendly manner. “Thank you. Which ones do you like?”
She pointed to pink roses among the many rose varieties. He pulled them from the display, shook the dripping water from the stems and handed the bouquet to her. Her eyes widened with happy surprise.
“For you.”
“Thank you!”
With a bounce in his step and thoughts of Michelle’s smile on his mind, he went inside and paid.
“That was a nice thing to do,” Nigel told him upon his return to the car.
Nathaniel reached over and pressed the button closing the partition, eliciting a generous laugh from Nigel as the window rolled up.
Pulling out his phone, he searched for the number he’d tried so hard not to call since Sunday, and dialed.
Her voice was all business as she answered, “Hello?”
His blood warmed, but he kept his voice cool and distant. “It’s me. I’m here early.”
“Oh! Hi.” The change in her tone was intoxicating. “I’m ready. I’ll be right down. Are you standing outside?”
“I’m driving up now.”
“In a cab?”
“I’ll see you in a moment.” He hung up, staring at the phone and finding himself more impatient than he remembered ever being. Two more streets and they would be there. What would he tell her? Nothing. He’d tell her nothing. Not yet anyway. She was a stranger to him, and precautions must be taken. So why did he want to confess everything he was?
Chapter Nine
M ichelle had done all the pampering things necessary to prep for the best date of her life. She’d shaved everywhere needed, changed her outfit five times, settling on a red mini-dress with no sleeves and a chocolate brown slim coat. Her nails on her toes and fingers were nude-pink, and she picked out a pair of heels that were nude leather. It made her legs look naked. There was nothing trashy about her appearance but it did have sex written all over it. Staring at herself one last time in the mirror, she felt as though her heart might crumble from beating so fast. She yanked the elastic band out of her hair and watched her deep brown locks fall around her shoulders. Remembering Rose’s face as she’d done the same to her last Saturday, she whispered, “You’re right. That is better.”
Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her clutch bag and headed for the elevator. There would be no chancing breaking a sweat on those stairs since she was already running hot with excitement. As the numbers lit, she watched wishing they’d hurry the hell up. He’s here early. Let him wait, the voice in her head said, but she was too excited to pay it any mind. As soon as the doors slid open, she was out and forcing herself to walk normally at a slow pace on the foyer tile toward the front door. When she walked outside, the East Village was still golden from the sun’s descending light. It lit up the west side of her face, hair and body as she searched for cabs, finding none.
A long black sedan sat waiting in front of her building. The door to the driver’s side opened and a driver rose into sight. Michelle glanced to him in her search and saw the back door swing open revealing Nathaniel sitting inside. His long legs swung out of the car and he leaned over for something inside. What had to be fifty purple orchids appeared as he rose out of the car in one fluid motion. Walking toward
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