Brown Eyes
by
Angel Truly
Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2010 Angel Truly
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Brown Eyes
“Running a bit late aren’t we?” Dave smiled while signing for his delivery.
“Freeway pileup,” the driver explained.
The driver took his pen, turned and darted back into the rain towards his truck. Dave closed the front door and eagerly began opening one of the many large boxes that filled his entryway. Dave was the creator and manager of a Portland based alternative band called, “Never-mind”. The shipment of their first CD had arrived in time for their pacific coast club tour. While examining the cover art on one of the cases, Dave’s felt his smart phone vibrating in his pocket.
It was an incoming email from Selene, Dave’s fiancés younger sister; he smiled. Selene lived in California and the two had been emailing and messaging every day for nearly three months. His fiancée Andrea had introduced Selene to him shortly after he and she became engaged. That particular introduction had been etched in Dave’s mind as the most awkward moment of his life. As it turned out, Selene was the spitting image of a nameless woman he’d met in Denver many years before.
A sudden storm had hit the Denver area, grounding all flights in and out and above. While Dave sat in the waiting area, staring out the window at the runway, he marveled at all the snow and thought about how he should cut his hair. That’s when he saw her. She looked as though she had stepped right out of a fashion magazine; naturally beautiful and mysterious all at once. She was tall with long dirty blonde hair which was curled perfectly and hung down her back. To him she looked like a living breathing Goddess. He did not care what she did, where she was from, or who she was already involved with. He didn’t even care if she couldn’t speak his language. All he knew and understood in that moment was that he had to meet her.
It wasn’t till he approached her that he was stunned by her eyes, they were big, brown and mesmerizing. She too was startled by Dave’s sudden appearance. He couldn’t blame her for that since he’d hopped two rows of plastic chairs and skidded to a stop directly in front of her. He easily ignored the comments from onlookers as he continued to gawk at the woman. While catching his breath he began to inhale an odd and most intriguing odor. Dave stopped thinking about the woman altogether as he tried to figure out which designer perfume she was wearing; he had never smelled anything like it. It was then that the woman made a face which prompted him to speak.
“Uh yeah hey,” he stuttered.
She smiled at him, “Hey there yourself handsome,” she said. Then she promptly socked him in the arm.
“Uh,” he said rubbing his bicep.
She smiled at him sympathetically. “Do- you- speak-English?” she asked.
“Uh,” Dave simply could not find the right words. What is my name? What the hell is my damn name! What is it? I know I have one… of course I have one. I know it starts with an ess I mean a D-. As Dave’s thoughts continued he watched the woman’s face change from amusement to irritation.
“Can- I-help-you?” she said slowly.
“MY NAME IS DAVE!” he screamed.
“Okay Dave, calm down,” she said softly looking around wearily at the passerby’s.
“I- I- I,” Completely mortified, Dave gave up started to walk away, but the woman reached out and touched his shoulder.
She held out her hand. He took it and shook it, “You can relax Dave. My flight is grounded too. My name is…. well it really doesn’t matter.”
It was clear to him that she was not only beautiful but intelligent also and with a body like that she is way out of my league. On top of that she radiated a sensuality that she herself seemed completely unaware of and that Dave could not escape. It was in her movements, her mannerisms and her facial expressions. Though they seemed authentic, they looked rehearsed, as if she knew exactly how to model herself perfectly. She was wearing jeans and a black v-neck sweater. As she removed her overcoat Dave caught sight of a compass locket that hung just between her breasts.
“Uh yeah, yeah uh so where were you headed?” Dave asked, trying to keep his eyes from traveling too far south.
“California, from New York,” she said then she quickly took off leading him through the airport corridor. “And you Dave?”
“Oregon, from Chicago. Where are you off too in such a hurry….might I ask?”
“We that is, you and I, are going to this great bar, haven’t you been here before?”
“No actually. My flight was non-stop, but the storm-”
“Gotcha,” without stopping she turned, winked at him quickly then continued on through the crowded terminal.
Despite the fact that the bar appeared overcrowded bar the two were seated quickly. They ordered the famous bratwurst, and continued to subject jump for over an hour. The ease of conversation, the confidence this woman had was off the charts. She was educated, artistic and blunt as hell; Dave found her refreshing and intimidating. Deep down Dave knew that looking any further for “the one” would have been a mistake, for he’d already found her.
“I can’t believe I’m asking you this but I’ve forgotten your name.” Dave said.
The lady smiled at him and raised an eyebrow. “No you haven’t. I didn’t give it to you…and I’m not going to. Nice try though,” then she picked up her beer and took a long sip.
“Why not?”
“What for? I mean honestly Dave, as soon as this storm lets up, I’m headed back to Cali and you’re off to Oregon and our time together will be but a happy memory,” she smiled and winked at him again. She had made a point and a damn good one, but still Dave struggled to sort out her logic.
“But-”
The woman slammed her bottle down on the table. “But what Dave? This could be fate? Shall we exchange phone numbers? Email addresses? What so we can both be disappointed? Let’s just enjoy each others company for however long it is and…,” she shrugged, “…be done with it, alright?”
“Yeah I mean, if that’s what you wan-”
“That’s what I want,” she nodded. At that moment, something inside Dave set off every kind of internal warning system, he would not let this woman go. He knew that if he did he would live to regret it.
“So where in Cali-?”
“Ah ah ah,” she shook her finger at him, “no details.”
After that, Dave kept things light. He and the nameless woman remained in the bar as other stranded passengers filed in, dined, drank and rolled out. He asked her about her perfume. She said it was a custom blend lotion, made especially for her in Paris; ironically it too was nameless. He asked about her locket which she seemed to have forgotten wearing, because as soon as Dave mentioned it she violently pulled the chain from her neck and handed the locket to him.
“Take it.” She said.
“Why?”
“Why not? Either you take it or I’ll toss it.”
Dave stuffed it into his pocket and then let her interrogate him about his family, friends, hobbies and habits; the good and the bad. After a few more hours it was announced that the storm was not letting up and that all flights would remain grounded till morning.
“Well, I guess that’s that then, “the woman smiled at him. Dave did not know if it was the beer or the dreadful hour, but he was certain that the woman was purposely stroking the top of her beer bottle in a very suggestive way.
“Look I’m exhausted and it looks like we’re grounded till morning so…”
“Yeah, me too,” she smiled at him, “…so shall we split a room or what?”
“Uh?”
“Oh, are we back to that now Dave?” she stood up, grabbed her belongings from the booth and motioned to Dave as though he were her puppy, “Come on then.”
Dave had no idea what he was doing. It’s cool, I’m cool, she’s very cool, I’m single, a free agent. She must be single and who says anything is going to happen anyway.
Perfect timing on their part, the storm had let up just long enough for a cab ride over to one of the nearby hotels. Dave booked and paid for the room in full. Determined as he was to be a gentleman, he ordered a room with two beds. Once inside, Dave became nervous all over again. He was so tired that he couldn’t get out a single word without a yawn escaping him first. So without entertaining the woman any longer he stretched across one of the beds and quickly fell asleep.
He did not know what time it was when he woke, but he felt someone massaging him between his legs. He opened his eyes. It was still night and the room was dim, lit only by what light the window let in. The woman was lying on her side next to him, wearing nothing but her underwear, her cleavage hung inches from his face.
“Um,” he grumbled turned onto his back and scooted away from her, “…Wha?”
“Dave, do you want me to stop?” she asked quietly.
“Uuuuhhhhh-”
“That my friend, would be a no,” she whispered and resumed her play only this time she violated him. Dave let his head fall back onto the bed and felt the woman unloosening his belt. What the hell am I doing? This is not me. But Dave felt himself grow firm as she unbuttoned his jeans and slowly slid down his zipper.
Dave sat up, grabbed the woman by the arm, “Wait! I don’t want us, to be like this.”