Strangers in the Night: My Broken Heart, Prey, Predator - Page 17

You see, I can fall for a look, or even a scent, and I'm not talking about some overpriced perfume that only works to camouflage her natural scent; I'm referring to the real thing. Nothing gets me hotter quicker than the natural scent of a woman.

Don't get me wrong, they all have their own unique smell to them, no two of them smell alike and when I find one that calls to me I'm hard pressed not to follow my nose.

Problem is sometimes she might have the right scent and the wrong fucking attitude. Mom says I'm too discriminating; she doesn't get it. A man like myself can't settle for less than what he perceives to be perfection.

I'm not sure what the little filly that just entered the cafe smells like but I know she looks about right. Five three in her little heels which would put her at about five two in stocking feet, a plump ass and a handful of tit. Shit, I could feel my mouth watering already.

I followed her with my eyes as she placed her order with the waiter, who seemed to be trying to get some play. She didn't seem too interested though in his plebeian theatrics, good girl. I studied her as she played with her napkin while waiting for her food to arrive.

Short, well kept nails, smooth hands that looked like they would get lost in mine so small they were. I started at her head where she wore her hair in one of those messy dos that women wore atop their heads that always looked like they had just stepped out of the bathtub. The little librarian glasses she wore only added to her appeal, though I couldn't see the color of her eyes since her head was down.

Her Cupid bow mouth looked young and innocent. There was no lipstick to hide the natural pinkish hue, which I preferred on a woman anyway.

My eyes travelled to her breasts encased as they were in the soft silky material of her blouse. Almost demure I would say for this day and age, another plus in her favor.

My stare must've penetrated somehow because just then she looked up and her eyes caught mine. It was the blush that sealed her fate. There's no way that destiny hadn't led her here to me.

My name is Josiah Steel; most just call me Steel as they say the name tends to fit the persona. Whatever the reasoning I'm rather grateful, as I've never been too fond of my father's offering in the passing on of his first name. Every man needs or wants a progeny I guess.

What I am or what I do is not of great importance at this time, suffice it to say I get things done when so many others fail. My motivation? There's plenty; but the one thing that stands out most is my need to dominate in all ways and in everything.

The question of whether or not I will one day soon know every secret, every pore, every blemish of the young pale skin beauty now sitting not twenty feet away was a moot one. It was a given. Why? Because I never accept anything less than success!

I watched her for a few minutes more, the nervous way she was now tearing at the napkin. I know she could still feel my eyes on her and the blush intensified.

I was thinking about my next move when her food was delivered. She took nibbling little bites of her sandwich as she fought not to look up at me. Soon she’ll do more than that.

My blood began to sing in my veins as my cock grew and the small bead of pre-cum escaped. Oh yeah, this one just might be a little more than those who came before her.

I wonder if it could be that simple, if the search was really over.

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Chapter ii

I left my table and walked the short distance to hers. The pulse in her neck gave her away even though her eyes and her face remained aloof.

“Hello.” I didn’t offer my hand as I took the seat across from her, just held her eyes captive with mine. Most people don’t need much to communicate their needs and desires to each other. I will see now how well she will read me, this way I will know how to proceed.

“What’s your name?” I dropped my eyes to the pulse in her throat that was now fluttering. The flaring of her nostrils told me she was taking in my scent and that it was affecting her. Good, very good.

“Michelle.” Her voice was soft and pleasant and went perfectly with the soft pink genteel look of her. I would guess some wealthy man’s daughter who had been cared for her all her life.

She didn’t have the wear and tear look of the poor or middle class, but neither did she have the highbrow look of the very elite, of which I was a member. I would put her somewhere in between.

“And do you live around here fair Michelle or is it work?”

“I just started interning with my uncle around the corner.”

“Very nice and what is it that you do?”

“I’m a business major.”

“I see, with hopes of one day running the family business which is what may I ask?”

“My family owns a chain of department stores. My dad and his brother had equal shares and I’m my father’s only heir, so...”

I smiled at her as she broke off her speech. She was probably realizing that she was sharing too much with a complete stranger.

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