The Night of the Blizzard.

He was tall, of moderate build with dark eyes and hair. His knowing smile only enhanced by the dark five o’clock shadow on his strong jaw.

In just that passing glance she memorized every feature, every groove and contour of his face, finding him to be very attractive. His smile and dark eyes haunted her dreams as she lay beside Jason, that yearning pushing her dreams to the erotic.

In the passing days she had seen him looking her way, watching her every move, yet never saying anything. She wondered what it was that he was thinking; if he was thinking about her the same way she found herself thinking of him. Her thoughts of having him lift her off her feet and carry her away to a secluded spot and making love to her excited her, yet worried her. Her morals would never allow such things.

She was on her way to deliver the files her boss had requested when she bumped into someone. Her files scattered all over the floor and she was surprised to see another set of hands picking up the loose papers. When she looked up she could not help but flush slightly, seeing those dark, penetrating eyes look at and then through her. His very words startled her.

“Are you always in such a rush? You should slow down and take your time. Not all of life can be hurried through. Some things are much better if you take the time to truly enjoy them.” He handed her the stack of files and smiled at her. She could not speak, his deep voice had caused goose bumps and she found she could hardly breathe.

At the days end she had asked him to explain his comment. He only smiled at her and shook his head. “If you agree to have a cup of coffee with me, I will explain. Come on, there is a coffee shop right around the corner, my treat.” She battled with her self, more curious now than ever and finally agreed. She followed him out into the cold winter wind and down the street and around the corner.

As the waitress brought over their coffee, he began to speak. “You are a very beautiful woman and I don’t quite understand why he treats you the way he does. Don’t try and deny it. I have seen you come into the office with a look of sadness on your face. And I don’t know about anyone else, but it’s easy for me to see he is not taking proper care of you in any aspect.”

Something in her changed in that instant. She wanted to tell him everything, to get it off of her chest. And so she began the story of the last year. The waitress came back and filled their cups again and she was still talking. She told him of the verbal abuse, the way he looked on after other women and even about the way they made love. She needed to have someone to talk to and he was there, listening.

When she finished he took her hand gently and said. “You are a beautiful woman, as I have said. He does not deserve to have a woman like you. You are worth so much more than a man like that could ever understand. You let him run over you, let him control you. Its time to do away with your self doubt, stop living for him and start living for you. “ Their third cup of coffee was getting cold by this time and they each decided it was time to go home before the roads got too dangerous.

She finished her glass of wine and set it on the table near her. Her mind played over the following days of small talks in passing and a cup of coffee after work. Never did he make any advances, at least none that she noticed. Her dreams kept taking her back to him, his rugged good looks, his kind smile and those strong hands that touched hers briefly here and there. Finally, earlier this very Friday afternoon over coffee, she invited him to her place to talk.

She walked into the kitchen and took another bottle of wine from the rack.

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