I see him in the evelator as he enters my building, but we say nothing to one another. Yet, our eyes lock onto one another. His cologne is powerful and most intriguing as I remember the scent from my pillow. He gets off on the 16th floor and I stand there in a trance hypotized by his gorgeous 6'5 scuplted body cut like a model with a 6 pack of steel. His smile is bright and his teeth are gorgeous as he smiles because all eyes are on him. He doesn't even turn aroud because he knows what he doing to me. A part of me wish I could climb him like a mountain climber. That man is so fine it's hard for me to keep a straight face. I am trying hard not to look at him to keep from given away our secret love affair.
It's 11:45am and I get the text message to meet him at our usual lunch spot. It's a small off-grid diner where we sit in a cozy corner off the back away from the front door. His hands politley stroke my thigh just to make his acquitences. I am drawn into him with his beautiful hazel eyes, my lord help me for I don't understand how one man can captivate my body and mind at the same time. What should I do? This is not fair. I can't even take him home.
Why must men like him enjoy secret love affairs?
Author's notes:
It's a Secret love affair is an excerpt from an upcoming book that is being written with a good friend.
