WHEN A MAN ❤️s A WOMAN Chapter 1 At First Sight

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At First Sight

                                                      

Asleep in upper deck aboard the darkened 747, Willow Valoir could feel his eyes on her.  Opening her own, she saw him staring directly at her while drinking a mimosa at the upper deck bar.  When their eyes met, he smiled and lifted his glass in a ‘here’s to you’ gesture.  

He had that look of supreme confidence so many Americans had.  And his mouth.  She couldn't stop looking at his mouth.  Looking at it caused her breasts to ache.  Can a man have a beautiful mouth?  She wondered.  Breathing heavily, she placed a trembling hand to her heart.



My god, he takes my breath away, she thought.  His arms, shoulders, and chest strained the white cotton of his T-shirt.  The man talking to him at the bar had to look up to see his face.  What would it feel like to be held in those big arms against that broad chest?  And his beard.  She loved a man with a beard, always had.




She caught her breath when he smiled at her and, without even knowing it, placed her hand to her heart again.   But she didn't return his smile.   She only stared at him with a childlike, sleepy, unblinking gaze.   But her body was aflame, and she knew this stranger standing in semi-darkness at thirty thousand feet was responsible for this awakening in her.



His knowing look gave her pause.  My god, he knows what I’m thinking!  She thought.  Lifting her head from her sleeping brother’s shoulder, she turned to face the window, pulled the blanket over her shoulder, and closed her eyes.   When she looked again, the man was gone.



The flight from Paris had been long and was now scheduled to land at O’Hare in about two hours.  And for those two remaining hours, she was consumed with thoughts that made her ache as she imagined the man’s hands and beautiful mouth on her body.  Flushing, she threw the blanket off.

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Michael Kane stood spellbound at the circular airplane bar.   The man beside him struck up a conversation, but he couldn’t hear a word the man was saying.   He was mesmerized by the sleeping young woman.   When she awoke and stared back at him, he thought of the Billie Holiday song, Them There Eyes, and knew there'd be no turning back. 



The soft sound she made when she caught her breath made his sex ache, and a soft moan escaped him.  With that unblinking, wide-eyed stare peculiar to children, he thought she looked like a three-year-old.  He laughed quietly and had an impulse to gather her up in his arms.



Her eyes were heavy-lidded.   Smokey.  Like she had just been fucked or wanted to be fucked.  Bedroom eyes.   I’m drowning, he thought.   And he saw himself gently mouthing her breasts.  Her hair was in sexy disarray.  And she had a beauty mark on the upper left corner of her mouth that he wanted to suckle.  Erotic.  The hair, the eyes, the beauty mark.  Erotic.  He chuckled again when she turned her back to him.  That won’t keep me away, he thought.



The last time he’d been this stirred was in ninth grade, when he first saw Soledad Channing, a senior.  Seventeen years later, he still played a role in Soledad’s life, infinitesimal though it was.  Something told him it would be the same with Bedroom Eyes.  But unlike Soledad, he had a feeling that Bedroom Eyes was 'The One.'



On landing, he stared when she went to retrieve her bag from the overhead compartment, and saw her stark naked in his mind’s eye.  Even the way she moved was sensual, sexy, he thought as he retrieved the bag for her.  He glanced at the man on whose shoulder she had slept.  He had a hunch the guy was a relative.  Their sleeping next to each other had a decidedly asexual look to it.  So, turning to the man, he extended his hand to introduce himself.  “Michael Kane, how are you?”



“I’m good.  I’m good.  I’m Winston Valoir, and this is my twin sister, Willow.”  Michael did a double-take and, glancing from one to the other, saw the unmistakable resemblance.  Brother and sister looked young, perhaps nineteen or twenty.  Where Willow had a beauty mark at the left corner of her mouth, Winston had one smack dab in the middle of his right cheek.



Winston was as tall as he was.  But Willow was only about five feet four, maybe five feet five.  The perfect size for a woman, as far as he was concerned.  Both were lean, fit, and glowing with the bloom of youth and health.  They had reddish-brown, loosely curled hair and large, heavily lashed green eyes.  “Are you guys headed into the city?”


“Yes, Hyde Park.”

“Can I offer you a ride?  I have a car waiting for me at the curb.”

“Thanks, if you’re sure.  It will save us from having to queue for a taxi.”



Willow said nothing, only moving closer to her brother when Michael turned to gaze at her.  Michael saw her blush and thought, Those bedroom eyes.  I’ve got to hold her naked against me as soon as possible.  It was all he could do not to lick his lips.  But at thirty-one, he felt he was too old for her.  Still, he couldn’t take his eyes off her.  My god, I could come just looking at this girl, he thought.



After clearing customs and collecting their bags, Michael saw a man holding a sign with his name on it.  His car service had sent a limousine, and in the car, Michael sat opposite Winston and made small talk.  “So, what do you do?” He inquired.


“Both Willow and I are students at Lake Shore University.  I’m majoring in Economics and Finance.”

“So that makes you guys, what, nineteen, twenty?”

“I’m twenty-one; Willow here is about eighty-one.  She’s an old soul," laughed Winston.

Staring down at her phone, Willow smiled and poked him with her elbow.  Michael Kane was entranced.  Willow inched closer to her brother and continued looking down at her phone.

He longed to touch her, so he dug his hands into the pockets of his jacket.  “Willow, what’s your major?”  

“Everything,” Winston said, rolling his eyes.  And the three of them laughed together.

“Ignore Winston, I’m majoring in Italian Literature with a minor in Japanese.”

“I have a brother who speaks fluent Japanese.”  Willow glanced up at him, and he saw she was intrigued.

“How did he learn?”

“He lived in Japan for about eight years, married a Japanese girl, and came home speaking the language.”

“Does he live here in Chicago?”

“No, he lives out on the West Coast, in San Francisco.”

“California has the largest population of Japanese in America, so it’s a good place to live if you speak the language.” Michael heard the same faint French accent in Willow’s voice that he’d heard in Winston’s.

“I hear an accent.  Where are you guys from originally?”

“We were born in France, but we’ve lived here for the last seven years,” answered Winston.  When Michael’s driver asked for addresses, Winston gave him one address.

“So, you two live together?”

Winston Laughed.  “Listen, man, Willow is crazy, and there’s no way I’d live with her.”

Willow’s head snapped up; she gasped, smiled, and gave her brother a little punch in his arm.  Winston laughed again.  Never having had a sister, Michael was charmed.


“We live in the same building, but I hate living above the fourth floor, and Willow won’t have it any other way; she prefers to be far from the madding crowd.  So, I live on the second floor, and she floats around on the twenty-second.”

“Far from the madding crowd!  Winston, that’s not true.  I love living in the city, but I prefer a bird’s-eye view.”


When they arrived at the twins’ address, Winston invited Michael in for a beer.  Michael didn’t want a beer; he wanted Willow.  But he knew he had to proceed acceptably, so he took Winston up on the invitation.  He was bitterly disappointed when Willow didn't join them.

"Where have you been all my life"—Arthur Alexander—1962

© 2020, Jade Love

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