Flower Girl
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A case of nerves combined with sexual tension settled upon Tracy as the cab pulled up in front of an industrial building that had been converted to residential lofts. William put his hand on the Tracy’s back and guided the way, even though it was obvious which way to go.
As he led the way to the front door, it was now Tracy’s turn to curious about William’s living space. She had a few of her own hang-ups, but they mostly had to do with taste. On the ride up the elevator, she prepared herself for the worst. She didn’t think William could not possibly be a slob, but what if his home was cliché or gauche? She once met a man she really liked until she saw his apartment which was overly decorated in a Goth manner that resembled a Hollywood set. She smiled at the memory of the tacky apartment, and William, not knowing the reason for her smile did not respond. He was not one to fill in silences, to him they were just another part of the conversation.
When he opened the door to his apartment and held it open for Tracy, she entered and almost teased him by speaking her assessment out loud as he had done earlier that morning. Instead she simply stated, ‘Very nice place, William. Not what I expected at all.’
‘Oh?’
‘Well, no. If asked to predict what your apartment would look like, I would have guessed very modern. Sleek. Minimalism. Your home has a very comfortable and warm feel.’
‘Why thank you Tracy. I admit I do not have your way with color, but I do feel very comfortable here. ‘
William took her purse and sweater and put them on the table, ‘What can I get you to drink? Wine?’
‘That would be really nice, thank you.’
‘Red or White?’
‘Red. Do you mind if I check my email? I want to see how the girls did today at work.’
‘Of course not. You may use my computer if you wish.’
‘Oh, that’s okay. It’ll be faster on my phone.’
‘Then you won’t mind if I do some quick reading?’
‘Of course not,’ Tracy smiled. She wondered if William would always remain so gracious and polite, or if he was merely trying to impress her.
She surprised William by lying on his couch with her feet propped up on the arm. He was pleased that she felt relaxed enough to do so, and the sight of her crossed ankles was titillating. He picked up the stack of papers from his desk and sat on the chair perpendicular to Tracy.
‘Oh, I didn’t mean to hog your whole couch. Please, sit here,’ Tracy said as she kicked off her shoes and bent her legs, turning on her side to make room. William was tickled by how feline she seemed, how comfortable in her own body. And she looked incredibly sexy on her side. The position made her hip curve out and her bent legs made an ‘S’ shape leading down to her gorgeous ankles.
He fought the urge to tell her how beautiful she looked on his couch. He felt he had already revealed too much and he was somewhat rattled by the intensity of feeling he was having towards her in such a short time. So, instead he sat down at the end of the couch and stared at the papers in his hands, but he was not reading, he was thinking. He realized most people are not accustomed to a person saying, ‘Excuse me for a moment, I would like to think and not talk. I will join you again shortly.’ But that is exactly what he wanted to do.
Tracy sent a text to Rachel to make sure everything went well at the shop, but she was also using the opportunity to look around William’s apartment. It was tidy and masculine, not overly decorated but with a few pieces of quality furniture. It was decent sized, but the high ceiling made it feel larger. The loft was one narrow rectangular room, so from the couch Tracy could see everything except the bathroom. She could see where he sat, where he ate, and where he slept. The bed was covered in a simple white comforter and pushed up against a brick wall that was painted a dark color with a few areas of red brick showing through where paint had rubbed off. Wood floors contributed to the warm masculine feel, and the neat kitchen with an island for eating made it seem homey. A desk perpendicular to the couch divided the living and sleeping areas.
‘Where are all your books, William?’
William looked up from his papers and said, ‘Excuse me?’
‘I assumed you would have a lot of books?’
‘I would if I allowed myself to,’ William laughed. ‘I refrain from buying or saving books, although I still have a large collection at my parent’s house. I do have a few here, but I keep them in the closet.’
‘Tell me about them.’
‘My books or my parents?’
Tracy laughed and said, ‘Parents.’
William said, ‘Oh, well my book collection is much more interesting.’
‘Oh William! That’s mean! Are your parents boring?’
‘Ah, I wouldn’t say that, but there is not much to tell. My father is a structural engineer, self-employed so he works from home. My mother was a stay-at-home mom. I have an older sister who remained in St. Charles and I will probably see them all for Thanksgiving. Oh, and my sister is married, with a two-year-old boy and another on the way.’
‘Are you close with any of them?’
‘I would say my sister and I are very close. We don’t talk very often, but we have a strong bond and understand each other.’
Tracy sensed that he was not that keen to talk about his family, so she asked, ‘May I ask what you are reading?’
‘Oh, just a little something by Cami Wright.’
‘What? You can’t read me when I’m sitting right here!’
‘Why not?’
Tracy pouted and kicked him gently with her foot because she could not come up with a good reason, other than it made her feel self-conscious.
‘So this pen name?’ William asked, ‘A flower – a Camellia – and the homonym for ‘Write’?’
‘Oh my god,’ Tracy moaned, ‘I am so obvious!’
William laughed and assured her, ‘Most people don’t overthink it. I was actually concerned that you would see through my pseudonym when I ordered your flowers.’
‘Mr. Reed Moore? Oh my god, William, I didn’t! Not until I just said it aloud,’ Tracy laughed.
‘Yes, well that is what I mean. Our eyes skip things over in print that we are more likely to catch if spoken aloud.’
‘Well, Mr. Reed Moore, I am going to let you get back to it and I am going to answer a few emails.’ Tracy grinned and actually sent a text to Beth that read ‘On William’s couch, trying so hard not to jump his bones. He is irresistible!’
With no work drama, an empty wine glass she did not wish to refill too quickly, and William focused on reading, she decided to rest her eyes for a moment.
Andy was completely out of money and unable to see Vera that week. He hated to lie to her, but he told her he was sick, afraid if she knew he had money problems she might give his spot to someone else. He did feel sick at the thought that he would not see her for another week. And then he had to make some tough choices, things like keeping the phone turned on and eating, or seeing Vera.
She was incredibly sweet on the phone, telling him to get well and come see her next week, and that she was actually going to miss him. She even kept him on the phone for a while, telling him about taking her brother to the doctor and finding out he had developed a kidney stone.
Andy was working at his lousy new job with part-time hours that did not make him any more money than he would make sitting at home collecting unemployment. He still spent his days off looking for work, and hoped that his new employer might offer him more hours, but one of the other part-timers informed him that they never would. They would rather have two part-timers do one job and not have to pay out any benefits. Of course, Andy saw that fact himself, since he was hired to do payroll. Almost three hundred people were on the payroll, and two-thirds of them were part-time. Then Andy had an idea. What if he added someone to the payroll? Like Joe from his prev
ious job. This company was so big and the boss was hardly ever here, so he wouldn’t notice ‘Joseph Klien’ added to the payroll. One more employee wouldn’t raise any red flags. And he could get Joe to split the money with him.
William rose and went into the restroom. He returned wearing a white t-shirt and jeans and for the first time, Tracy could really see the shape of his body, his toned chest and slim abdomen. Seeing that her eyes were opened, he said, ‘Hey gorgeous, I meant to ask if you are vegan?’
‘Nope. A very hungry omnivore,’ Tracy stood and walked over to the counter and to watch as William placed garlic, onions, spinach and oranges on the counter.
‘You cook!’ Tracy exclaimed, with a fretful expression.
William stared at her, not sure what she meant, and she tried to explain, ‘You actually cook, William! That is after looking at art all day and reading my writing and buying me flowers, and…and…you were dressed so nice and now you look totally fucking hot in a t-shirt and jeans and now you’re cooking for me William! Don’t you get it William? You’re scaring the hell out of me!’
A dark cloud crossed over William’s face as he realized he had come on too strong, but then he approached her and took her elbows in his hands and tried to put things back in perspective. ‘After you have a chance to eat, you will see that my cooking is not that impressive and neither am I.’
‘Pffft, yeah right,’ Tracy said, although his diffidence lightened her mood.
‘Oh it’s true Tracy. I am a complete ass. I even snuck a peak under your dress while you were on my couch. Very sexy panties you have on.’
‘Liar! I don’t even wear underwear,’ she teased back at him.
William still had his hands on her elbows, but at that comment his eyes narrowed and he quickly dropped a hand that went under her dress to feel her butt.
‘Who’s the liar!’ he exclaimed, smacking her ass after feeling her panties, then scooted away before she could get a smack back to nonchalantly ask her if she would like a glass of wine while she helped him cook. He had a proud little smirk on his face. Tracy stood stunned with her mouth open and shook her head. It all happened so fast, and then he darted away so quickly—oh, he exasperated her.
William started peeling garlic and then chopping onions before he asked Tracy, ‘Would you boil some water? The pot is right there,’ he gestured to the counter top. He didn’t really need her help, but he liked working together in the kitchen rather than just being watched. He was thinking about what she said about how the day was too perfect and he was feeling self-conscious about perhaps coming on too strong, but he found cooking very relaxing and was surprised at how comfortable he felt in her presence.
Tracy started the water before excusing herself to the bathroom. William thought about the other thing she said, the fact that she called him fucking hot in his t-shirt. He smiled, pleased to hear this because his attraction to her was overwhelming. Everything was going far better than he expected, he was comfortable, yet intensely turned on too. There was ease coupled with tension and this was making him feel hyper-sexual. Almost everything she did oozed sexual connotation, but he wondered if it could be just his perception.
‘Wow, you have a full sized bath tub!’ Tracy exclaimed when she returned. ‘Do you have any idea how lucky you are?’
‘Yes? Well I don’t use it much. I mostly shower.’
‘Oh my god, I would use it every day. You didn’t see mine, but it is so short I can’t even stretch my legs out all of the way. I would love to stretch out in the warm water. ‘
‘Well Tracy, you are more than welcome to use my bathtub.’
Tracy blushed because she wasn’t sure if he meant right now, tonight, or anytime. She did kind of put him on the spot and she regretted it. In fact, the thought crossed her mind that now that she was in his apartment, how would she know it is time to leave? She did not want to leave, but worse was the thought that she might overstay her welcome. Would William be too polite to say the date was over? William asked Tracy to drain the pasta, and he set the small table for two.
‘More wine Tracy?’
Tracy was conscious of how much wine she consumed. It had only been one glass so far, so she answered, ‘Yes, that would be nice.’
William poured two glasses and served two plates of pasta. ‘This looks and smells fantastic! I didn’t realize how hungry I had become.’
William smiled at her and started eating. He had prepared pasta with chicken, spinach, garlic, onions, garnished with diced oranges. He did not ask her preference, other than to confirm she did not object to eating meat which he could have left out.
‘Wow, you’re a really good cook,’ Tracy commented between bites.
William was extremely pleased, not by her compliment, but by her appetite, and she laughed when he told her so.
‘Well yes, I do like to eat.’
‘My sister suffered from an eating disorder, and I find your appetite extremely refreshing.’
‘Really? Well yes, I do eat just about anything. Except olives and bivalves.’
William laughed and said, ‘I think that was the influence of your Biology-teacher mother. Most people would simply say ‘shell fish’.’
‘Yes, but that would be misleading, since I love shrimp and lobster. It is the texture of bivalves that I don’t like,’ she said, as she ate the last morsel on her plate.
‘Do you want more?’
Tracy laughed and reminded him, ‘You said you wanted to hear me say ‘more’, Mr. Moore.’
‘Actually, I want to hear you moan it in my ear.’
Tracy laughed and leaned over the table. She put her hand on the back of William’s neck, pulled him closer and quietly moaned into his ear, ‘Mmmmmmmore, please.’
She backed up and flashed a sexy smile, but William was not smiling. He wore an intense predatory expression that made her shiver, and then he stood and came to her side of the table and pulled her up to standing. He took off her glasses and placed them on the table, pulling her close with one arm and while he used the other hand to lightly touch her face, tracing the orbitals of her eyes, the place where her glasses had just been. He traced over her eyebrow, down around her eye, across her cheek bone, then slowly to her bottom lip, focusing on his fingers the entire time, as if he was studying and memorizing her face.
Her hands gently rested on his shoulders and felt she might pass out from anticipation. His patience was driving her mad for she had never wanted to be kissed by anyone this much, ever. Yet she half expected him to pull away, for he seemed to love teasing her. His thumb gently rubbed her bottom lip as he studied her mouth. She wanted to bite that thumb and devour him, but she waited patiently until he looked her in the eyes, then back to her lips like he just came back from somewhere else in his mind. His eyes closed.
She felt weak in the knees and thought she might fall if it weren’t for his firm grip around her waist, and then she felt it, the gentle touch of lips. She willed him not pull away again, not to tease her or torture her any longer. He didn’t pull away. With his hand still on her face, his lips parted and his tongue came out to invite hers out to meet. She greeted his tongue gently with hers, and they both retreated back to their own mouths, but then came out to meet again, gingerly, softly rubbing into each other, then becoming more daring, circling and caressing each other. The kiss grew in passion and intensity as his hand slid down to her bottom and pulled her in closer. She completely lost herself in the kiss, giving in to desire, unconscious of any urge to regain composure.
William released her and backed up to look at her face. She was panting, and flushed, with a fire in her eyes. His lust matched hers, but he took a deep breath before stepping back towards her. He placed both hands on the side
s of her face, met her forehead with his and remained there for a moment, foreheads united and both looking at the ground. Her hands found his waistband and pulled him in close, creating full body contact. ‘Fuck, William,’ she whispered.
‘I know,’ he whispered back, ‘that…was…intense.’
Tracy allowed her hands to wander up his back, underneath his t-shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin. William’s hand slid up her leg and massaged the back of her thigh as his mouth found her neck.
‘William?’ she whispered.
‘Yes?’
‘Can I take a bath?’
William laughed and said, ‘Of course you can.’ He kissed her near her temple and held on to her for a moment, before releasing her and saying, ‘Of course you can take a bath Tracy. I’ll get you everything you need.’
As he turned to go to the bathroom and Tracy watched him. She felt like a wild cat wanting to pounce, but she needed to catch her breath and gather her senses. William started the water, and then went to the closet, back to the bathroom again, and then he came out and approached her. She had not moved from that spot. He took her hand and walked her into the bathroom where the tub was full of water and burning candles glowed.
‘I’m sorry I don’t have any bubble bath.’
‘Oh, I don’t need it. It dries out my skin anyway.’
‘Well, here are some towels, one of my t-shirts if you want it. Or my robe is hanging here on the back of the door, in case you don’t want to put your dress back on.’
‘Thank you,’ she said. She was staring straight ahead.
‘Are you okay, Tracy?’
‘Fuck yes,’ she said in a dead pan voice.
William laughed and left her to bathe.
Tracy wanted to be alone with her thoughts for a moment and this gave her the chance. She undressed and sat down in the warm water to have a talk with herself, but she imagined she was talking to Beth about how her ‘three date rule’ didn’t apply in this situation. The average date is three to four hours and we have been together for nearly twelve hours, so that is equivalent to three dates, she reasoned. But it wasn’t just that. She wanted William. She wanted him more than anyone she had ever wanted before. But she didn’t want to just have sex with him. She was feeling things she couldn’t sort out in her own mind, things that conflicted with her idea of herself as a feminist. She wanted to offer herself to him and let him have his way with her. It did not feel wrong. Going home felt wrong, felt very wrong, in spite of her self-imposed rules for dating. But this wasn’t dating, this was experiencing passion at a level she had only dreamt off. She remembered her grandmother telling her to test the soil, but she also remembered her saying don’t fuck up a free lunch. Tracy made a conscious decision to tune out her catholic-girl mind, it was not invited to this party. Tracy was going to listen to her body, not her head.
She stood and dried herself off, but did not put her clothes back on. She did not put on William’s robe or his t-shirt. She walked out of the bathroom with just a towel covering the front of her body.
William sat on the couch with a reading lamp on and a book in his hands, classical music playing softly in the background.
‘William.’
He looked up and saw her standing nude but holding a towel.
‘I thought I would show you my tattoos.’
William smiled a very sexy grin and put the book down. ‘Show me.’
She kept eye contact and walked to where he was sitting, ‘Well, you’ve seen the flowers on my arm. This one hanging in front of my shoulder is wisteria,’ she purred, moving the towel over to reveal the outer curve of her breast, but not her nipple. ‘And this pink one,’ she said, lifting her arm, ‘Ranunculus.’ William traced the flower with his finger very lightly and repeated, ‘Ranunculus.’
The flowers that followed the outer curve of her breast were different daisies, then under her breast, ‘Roses, of course,’ moving the towel over further but still covering most of her front side. ‘Of course,’ William echoed, still admiring the flowers and tracing them with his finger. ‘Peony, poppy, petunia,’ Tracy recited as he leaned forward and to gently kiss the three p’s that wrapped from the front to the back. She turned so that her side was presented to him. ‘Lily, jasmine, tulip,’ she went on as he kissed each one slowly.
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