Taste Like Honey

The Meeting

    I am so nervous. I cannot even believe that I am in a coffee shop right now. All this people looking at me. You are ok Amelia, just remember to breathe and to think about all the nice things that you like and make you happy.

Editor – Amelia, are you ok?

Amelia – yes, I am. It is just…that... um...I feel like everyone is gazing and that makes me very uncomfortable.

Editor – Remember to breath and calm yourself. Just breath.

I must relax myself if I want to take control of my body. – I thought

    I was so concentrated in breathing that I never noticed when the so call monster sat in front of me with his legs crossed like a British gentleman. He said nothing and made no noise. I looked up and there he was. His blue eyes penetrating me and pushing my fears inside. He was studying every piece of me, but his stare was one that did not bother me, actually I wanted more. 

    His pale skin, and his hair so black that even the darkest night would be jealous, and that scar. A scar that was so beautifully placed in his left eyebrow. Now I understand why he is dangerous for women. He is so handsome and elegant. 

    I… I have never felt this way before. My breathing is calm, but my mind is turning a little bit dirty. My thighs are hot and calling him. It is so strange, by body’s reaction to his scent is one that I am not familiar with. His masculine yet graceful scent makes my n*****s harden. I knew it was a bad idea to wear this white dress today. I bet he can see them. That embarrassing thought made it very difficult to swallow my own saliva. What if he thinks I am a p*****t?

    Am I a p*****t? – I asked to myself and then he looked at my editor, who was next to me laughing as if she did not feel the same as me. He smirked at her and spoke. Spoke with a deep voice that should be in the radio, in one of those late-night talk shows. His voice made me react and wake from the trance that I found myself in. He said – 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.

He stared at me once more, with no expression in his face and as he stood up, getting ready to leave the meeting, frowning his dark full eyebrows he said with his soft desirable lips – Very well then! I will see you first time tomorrow at my place. Do not be late! Tardiness disgust me!

As he walks away, I can feel my heart becoming calmer and its beating normalized. The only thing I can think about is how embarrassed I am and what terrible things he must think about me and his eyes… oh those eyes! My editor happy and without a clue of what I am feeling takes my hands and with a smile as big as her face says:

Editor – Can you believe it, he said yes! This has never happened before. You did not even have the opportunity to speak and yet he said yes! I knew it! Oh Amelia, are you happy?

Amelia – I… am sorry. The truth is that I was so nervous that I did not even heard his name or the conversation!...

Editor – Oh dear! Well, his name is David Penn, a very famous 26 years old writer that has won many prizes for writing romance novels. He is extremely wealthy, very well loved by his fans and he is now your tutor! Don’t you love it? Aren’t you excited?

Amelia – Yes, I am, or I feel like I should be.

Editor – Oh dear, such a great opportunity! Just…

Amelia – Just what?

Editor – I know I do not have to worry about you because you do not like to be close to people and I do know that you have never been in a romantic relationship, but just in case, please do not fall for him.

Amelia – What do you mean?

Editor – You are a beautiful pure thing, so do not let the monster put its venom on you.

Amelia – I feel like you are trying to say something in a nice way, but it is not working!

Editor – Ok! Even if he tells you that he will give you the moon, DO NOT F##K HIM! I would hate to see you suffer for him and sadly every girl that crossed him ends up leaving with her heart broken. He will not engage or stay in a relationship and I know you. You are not the one-night stand type. You are too fragile!

Amelia – Thank you for the advice, but you do not have to worry about me.

    She is right, I am not the one-night stand type of girl. Honestly, I am not even the have-s*x type. I guess that is something I have as an advantage in this case. I do not have to worry about him…

…right?