Stoned

I can’t believe Alex is not here right now, he knows how stressed I am over my finals and now he’s making me bring him my portfolio for this benefit auction that he’s not even here to accept. I figure I’ll go wait for him in his office so I grab the doorknob and attempt to enter but something goes very wrong and I end up on the floor on my knees. I realize then that someone was on the other side of the door and they must have opened it at the same time as me.

I am looking down at a very expensive pair of shoes. I start to raise my head and see straight leg solid black denim coated fabric legs with a button fly closure and belt loops sans the belt. My eyes continue their slow travel up to discover a light grey shirt with a matching light grey tie. When my eyes finally reach the man’s face I am staring at the most dangerous type of self-assured male, one who is rightfully confident and completely aware of his effect on women. An urban male who is accustomed to having women down on their knees in front of him the way I am right now only for much different reasons.

Not knowing the best way to handle the fact that I am disoriented and on my knees in front of the most alluring man I have ever encountered, a man who has an aura of pure power surrounding him I decide to go with nervous humor. “Um, I’m sorry I don’t usually go down on men like this when I open a door.”

“Well, I would hope not” says a deep voice with just the right amount of gruff to be sexy. It hits me like a soft blow to my gut. I am frozen, unable to rip my gaze from his chiseled features, his masculine stance, his dominating presence.

When I finally tear myself away from his piercing, clear blue eyes I grow nervous that he thinks I’m serious. I feel the need to explain myself while wishing I didn’t try humor in the first place. What was I thinking, I am not funny.

“I mean I’m not usually on my knees in here. I was…where’s Alex?”

“Alex?”

I quickly correct myself, afraid he could be Alex’s superior and I don’t want to get him into trouble. “Ah, I mean Professor Smith, where’s Professor Smith? He was supposed to meet me here at noon.”

My pulse is accelerating at an alarming speed and I must pull it together before I open my mouth to speak to this perfect creation of a man again. This man should come with a warning written in big bold red letters that reads, “DANGEROUS! DO NOT MAKE EYE CONTACT. BACK AWAY SLOWLY WHILE YOU STILL CAN!”

With a sly grin and then a quick flash of gleaming white teeth comes a soft but deep and rich voice, “Alex, huh? And he was supposed to meet you here where you are never on your knees because you don’t usually go down on men when you come through the door, right? Are you a student of his?” That incredible voice hums at me as the man moves closer towards me then lifts me to my feet making my knees shake and I get my first intoxicating whiff of the understated yet distinctive scent of sweet floral smells mixed with the perfect touch of masculinity….oh yeah, he’s all male.

“Who are you anyway; does Al…I mean Professor Smith know you’re in here?” I ask as I stumble backwards trying to distance myself from this exquisite specimen of pure male before me. At that same moment the door to Alex’s office bathroom opens and he appears. He glances from me to the Adonis in front of me who I just noticed is still holding me by my arms and says, “Sydney, I see you’ve met my best friend. Stone, Sydney Cooper, Sydney meet Damian Stone.”

“Ms. Copper and I have been having a more than interesting conversation about…” I cut him off as fast as I can finally regaining my ability to form a sentence, “So, here’s my portfolio for the benefit auction. I think you’ll find it’s complete and up to date. I still don’t see why you want me? I mean I can’t imagine I can bring in any kind of money for my services.”

“Oh, Ms. Copper I can assure you men would pay top dollar for your”, Mr. Perfection clears his throat then smirks before he finishes, “services. Now if you’ll excuse me I should be going. It was a pleasure to meet you. Until we meet again, Ms. Copper.” And the Adonis bows his head at me like I’m royalty as he disappears out the door with nothing more than a head nod to his best friend.

After he, what was his name again, it’s like I’ve had a stroke! I can’t formulate a cohesive thought. Stone? I think it was Stone. After Mr. Stone leaves I can finally take a deep enough breathe to fill my lungs. What is it about that man that made me feel like there was no oxygen left in the room for me to gulp in? Mm…I don’t know let me see. Is it his piercing blue eyes that are almost too striking to look into but also too mesmerizing that I couldn’t look away? Or maybe it’s the way his pants were hanging so seductively off his slender hips? The list can go on all day, his smell, the fact that he clearly has more money than one person should, his hair…men should not be allowed to have hair that good or eyelashes as long and curly as his. Women pay huge sums of money and subject themselves to huge amounts of pain to look half as good as the man that was just standing in front of me.

I notice Alex staring at me and I realize I need to pull it together and fast. I clear my throat to try to settle myself down but my heart is beating triple time and my palms are sweaty. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I have never had this response to a man in my life. In fact I’ve been doing my best to avoid them at all cost. I say my farewells to my professor soon to be boss and head out as fast as I can.