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302 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 2008
"What?" she asked.
I blinked and looked away, not even aware I had been staring. "I'm sorry. Seeing you in the full light took me by surprise. Please don't take this the wrong way, but the light in the bar was rather faint and while I knew you were something, I had no idea you were this beautiful."
"Please... spare me." It wasn't just a bitter edge in her voice; it was bitter to the core. Bitter enough to drip on the lift's deck and sizzle on the metal.
I looked at her out of the corner of my eye. "Spare you?"
The lift opened and we walked out. She was stiff as a titanium cross brace. "Spare me, pup. You think I don't know what you're doing?" Her voice was raised and a couple on the other side of the corridor looked over to see what the commotion was about.
I looked at her for a long moment. "Perhaps you'd care to enlighten me, Cassandra," I said at last.
Noticing the curious stares of the people around us, she turned away from the lift and started walking. There's something about station corridors. You can't just stand in them. I don't know if it's the curved horizon that drags you forward but she was no more immune to whatever force it was than anybody else I knew. I fell into step and waited. "I have a mirror," she said bitterly.
"Perhaps you should let somebody check it out. It seems to be reflecting badly."
"Do you take me for an idiot?" she spat.
"Well, I didn't up to now, but you may convince me yet." I was afraid I knew what this was about. I had seen it before and I didn't know how to deal with it any better now.
"Oh, give me a break!" She turned on me and got right in my face. She was actually about three centimeters taller than me. Not a lot but enough that she could look down. "I'm an old woman! I've had more men try to get into my pants than you can imagine. That 'oh, you're so beautiful' line might work on young chickies but you can't expect it to work on an old bat like me. What do you take me for?"
Gods, she was incredible. I just looked at her and felt a smile steal across my face. I noticed a closed shop behind her with a glass window in the door. I caught her arm and whirled her about so she could see her face in that mirrored glass. I never would have been able to move her if I hadn't caught her by surprise. I pointed to the window. "You're magnificent. Look at that face!" I grabbed her chin and tilted it to the side. "Yes, you're older than me, but if the problem is that I'm too young then I can accept that. Truthfully, I probably don't have much to offer someone like you. But if this is what it means to be an old woman then I can't wait to get old enough to take you on because you're worth any ten of those young chickies that seem to have you so bothered." I caressed the side of her face and watched the way my hand moved across her cheek and skin, tracing the cheekbone. "Look at that structure. There's a woman there—-somebody who's worth spending time with." I slipped my fingers through her hair, still watching her in the mirror and slowly getting a hand full of the softly cropped hair at the back of her head. I gave it a little tug and felt the resistance but also the quickening in her breath. "Look at that gorgeous creature. So alive I can barely stand to look at her for fear of her fire." I released her hair and let my hand slide down her neck as I slipped an arm around her from behind. I hugged her to me so I could reach my mouth up to her ear. "Look at that shape," I whispered. "That's the shape of a woman—-a fully grown woman, not some half developed child." I pulled the tail of her coat back and let my left hand trail down her side, cupping her hip bone before moving down the outside of her thigh, smoothing the luxurious fabric. I looked at her eyes in the mirrored glass and said, "That's what your mirror should be showing you." I gave her a tick or two to look. "If it's not what you're seeing, maybe you need to get your eyes checked."
We stood like that for several heartbeats and finally she let out a quivery breath, and smiled at me in the glass. "Damn, you're good," she said, a little laugh in the back of her throat.