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Bare-chested, pacing back and forth in his master suite, Prophet was trying - and failing miserably - to chase the lovely Scarlett from his mind. He wanted to go to her, but feared if he did she might reject his affections, leaving him in no condition at all to take on the many challenges the weekend was sure to hold in store. But he couldn’t just do nothing!
Perhaps he could just slide a letter under her door, a letter he’d written and revised so many times he was beginning to think he’d never actually be able to complete it. But complete it he finally did, mere minutes ago, though now he knew he’d never be able to work up the courage to give it to her. Should she not return his feelings, he’d never be able to face her again. His greatest joy was being with her, and that would come to an end as sure as frost forms on the winter grass should he push himself on her so soon.
Outside the rain fell in sheets and Scarlett Montenegro’s driver continued to mess with the engine beneath the hood of the car. Shaking her head, she pinched the bridge of her nose and opened the door, hearing the driver’s protest. Ignoring his protests she did her best to cover her carefully pinned hair with her clutch, knowing it did little to ward off Mother Nature’s watery touch. Halfway up the drive to an estate in the distance, she removed her heels and ran to the gates, something she managed to squeeze through. Making her way to the front doors she stood shaking, red curls pasted in disarray against delicate cheekbones, tricolor gaze hopeful as she knocked once, then twice, hoping someone would answer.
As the door opened, she shivered, arms hugging her waist, midnight blue dress pasted to her slender frame, lower lip beginning to tremble from the cold, “Hi…I’m sorry to bother you so late in the evening but…” she paused in her unedited-rush, eyes widening in recognition, golden flecks in her gaze slightly brightening in the mix of greens and blues. “Oh…hi…I didn’t realize this was your place…I’ve had car trouble…was looking for help,” she said softly as she pushed a red ringlet from the middle of her forehead, girlish smile touching her rose painted lips.
Dear Diary:
Today I met the most interesting woman from a rival family. I’d heard brilliant things about her from her crew leader, Elektra, but the woman I’d met was even more fantastic than she had described! Smart, witty, and abolutely mesmerizing in every way! I had wanted to tell her how honored I was to have made her acquaintance, and that I know that the recent alliance between our two crews would be long-lived and fruitful for both sides. But, sadly, I was so taken by her that the only words that came out of my stuttering mouth were “N-n-n-ice t-t-to m-m-m-meet you m-m-aam”. I was lucky to get those words out, as she picked that very moment to grace me with a smile and a wink. Does she even know the effect she can have on a romantic such as I? Is it possible that her charms are hidden even from herself?
But what I wouldn’t give to have, just for a moment, the casual ease of Don Juan around beautiful women! Instead, I have the manners of a drunken sailer on leave in a foreign land. Perhaps it’s just as well, diary…A woman such as her would never be able to see through this rough exterior to the man I believe I could be. I shall have to content myself with the knowledge that I can glance upon her from time to time, always admiring from a distance.
by Prophet
