Taste Like Honey

David Penn

Driving a sexy red Ferrari, cursing through the streets as fast as a bullet.

I can’t believe that editor “Ms.Big shot” is making me tutor a bullshit writer. I do not know how many times I must tell her NO! I am going to be as blunt and cynical as possible and tell her no in a way that will discourage her from ever asking me again. She needs to understand that in this business only survives the strongest, and I have no time or desire to tutor some small-minded person that is only looking to become famous writing crappy things.

David arrives to the coffee shop and angrily closes the door of his red car. He sees the meeting place, looks left then right looking for a valet. There is no valet in a regular coffee shop.

-I can’t believe that she is meeting me in this crappy place. There is no valet here…AM I SUPPOSED TO PARK MY OWN CAR?...uhhhh… I should have never come to this meeting!

He decides to stay and meet with the editor just because he is already there. David fixes his dark hair while looking at the left car mirror, more specifically one strand of hair that always fall over his sexy eyebrows.

After twenty minutes of fixing and looking at himself he walks to the coffee shop door and opens it. David enters the coffee shop and the first thing his nose notices is the smell of coffee which he hates and makes him want to vomit. He starts to look around and his eyes stop when they find a short chubby girl, with pale skin, long brown hair, and dark eyes. The white dress that she is wearing is simple and not decorated by unnecessary images or jewelry. He shivers a little bit when his eyes meet her naturally pink and anxious lips. For a moment, only for a moment he forgets about the hateful smell of coffee.

David walks up to the table where the editor is while staring at the girls face maybe waiting for some kind of reaction, but there is nothing. The girl does not look at him even once and that bothers him. He needs recognition and love, but she is giving him none. He says hello to the editor and sits with his legs crossed without taking his eyes off the girl.

Wanting to have at least a little bit of attention he starts to talk to the editor.

David -Why did you call me to meet in this place? You could have chosen a better restaurant!

Editor -I knew you would complain but I wanted her to be comfortable. This is Amelia and I need you to tutor her when it comes to marketing herself.

David -Why should I?

Editor -Please David, just this once. I am sure that if you talk to her, she will convince you.

David -Does she knows who I am?

Editor –No, she does not. Even if she reads a lot and write books, she is not familiar with your work. She is a little bit shy, so she does not get out much. That is why I need your help.

David looks at the girl again and this time his eyes meet hers. He does not know why her eyes make him feel uncomfortably calm.  David’s chest tighten, he finds it hard to breath and his hands start to sweat. He wanted to know her, to hear her talk and to kiss her lips, yes, those naturally pink lips. He looks down for a minute and sees her n*****s. He blushes while asking himself  –Why am I blushing for something like this?

 David knows that he should not, but he keeps looking at her lips, her eyes, her intense breathing, and her hardened n*****s. It seems like hours pass while he thinks but the truth is that it has not been even two minutes since he stopped talking.

 Trying to hide how nervous he was, David stands up, looks at Amelia trying to let her know about his presence because he felt that he needed to leave a mark as well. A mark like the one that she left in him. Acting calmed and frowning his eyebrows so she would think of him as an unforgettable person he says:

– Very well then! I will see you first time tomorrow at my place. Do not be late! Tardiness disgust me!

It may seem as a very bad way to finish a conversation, but the truth was that he could not wait to see her tomorrow. He needed or better said, he wanted to hear her voice but again, she said nothing.

David got out of the coffee shop as fast as he could. Once inside the car again he lays back his head on the sit and puts his hand over his chest.

-Why do I feel like I cannot breathe. I need to calm myself.

Taking his hand off his chest and putting his right hand over his eyes David took a deep breath and thought to himself  -I should not have said yes!