With excruciating slow steps, she came toward him.
She was in a dress so revealing and deliciously indecent.
It was a white lacey and flowered short gown. It was painfully tight, so he wondered how she managed to walk with it.
Unbelievably transparent, he wondered, too, the essence of wearing it at all when you could stay naked. She was barefooted, her long legs straight, smooth and silky.
As she stretched out those long legs, taking slow steps towards him, it built his anticipation, each step skyrocketing his curiosity. She shone so brightly, implausibly emitting light like a bulb with so much energy and powerful electricity.
She was the only thing lighting up the room, the room which he was yet to recognize.
He was sure that he had seen an angel.
At least, that was the only explanation he could give to something so incredible and impossible, realistically speaking.
But an angel so indecently dressed? A fallen angel then, one certainly not from God.
She was like a siren in human form to seduce. He knew for sure that he was her target. Her red hair was down and scattered all over her face.
Her blue eyes caught and reflected the light. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever had the honour of seeing. He was getting impatient with her slow steps towards him as he was so anxious to know what she would do when she got close enough. He was not scared. There was no fear in this situation. It was apparent what her plans were. The way she walked and the look she gave him gave it all away.
She came to melt and completely oust his resolve to stay away from women. This woman had tested his limit. His restraint had snapped.
He could not help himself. If she was going to torment him this way with such painful slow steps, he could as well do the honours.
With just five steps, he covered the distance between them. She did not move any further. She stood there in front of Calhoun, frozen at the spot. He stared down at her, and with his eyes, he scanned through her visible body, which the dress did little or nothing to cover.
He took his time to cast every detail into memory. He brought his eyes back to look at Ariana and smiled. She was staring back at him hard and firmly as if trying to decipher something from his face. Gradually a smile spread across her face, causing his heart to skip a bit. She did not stop the hard stare, but this time it was daring him to make a move in response to the dirty thoughts of all he could do to her that was running through his mind. He was beginning to wonder if she could read minds too.
Taking a deep breath, he reached out to touch her face. Midway, he was interrupted. What was that sound? It sounded like a phone ringing. He twisted his head around, trying to locate the source of the sound. When he could not, he turned back to look at her. She was fading, gradually disappearing.
“Wait!” he shouted, snapping his eyes open and abruptly sitting upright on his bed. The buzzing of his phone on top of his bed, beside his desk, drew his attention. So that was it. That was what rudely interrupted.
Sighing, he used his left hand to rake his hair. The second fucking time! He had never once thought that he would regret the existence of phones. Speak about wrong timing. The phone was still buzzing, asking for his attention. Hissing, he climbed out of bed, picked the phone and threw it across the room.
“Fuck you!” he said through gritted teeth. Ignoring the phone, he stripped and headed for the bathroom. He prepared a warm bubble bath and stepped into the Jacuzzi.
Sitting down, he relaxed his back on one surface and stayed motionless. He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, letting his thoughts carry him away. Who was this woman? Why does she have so much effect on him? He understands that she is beautiful, but he knew it was not just about beauty. He had met so many beautiful women, though not ones that matched up to her beauty. But there was something else to this, something about her.
He hardly dreamt, especially not about women, but this one? She has invaded his thoughts, including his subconscious. His dream was a result and replay of his fantasy and imagination.
When his grandfather left a few hours ago, he was left thinking about her all night. He did not even know when he slept off. He didn't believe at love at first sight but this was true love indeed.
He had to marry Ariana no matter what it took he would even give his life for hers if that was what was needed. He never knew he could love this strong. He was realistic and not some cliché freak. So what the heck was wrong with him?
He needed her to be with him for the rest of his life no matter what it took.
Smiling, very satisfied and happy with his interpretation of his recent behaviour, he finished up his bath. He entered his room to see his phone ringing again. He was in a better mood, so he went over to where he dropped his phone and picked it up. It was his best manager, Zion, that was calling. He picked the call.
"What is going on?"he replied sternly. He wasn't really always in this state but he was really pissed off Zion had to calk when he was having such an amazing dream between he and Ariana.
Zion took a long while to respond and this really pissed him off. He couldn't believe he had to wake up from such sweet dream because of him.
"If I repeat myself one more time, you won't like it!" He said.
"Sir, you have to turn on your television. This is bad!" Zion breathed.