Intrigue
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 2
“Oh god, I’m sorry!”
Cordially, he smiled as she dabbed at the coffee now staining his shirt.
He’d been trailing her for a week now, observing her mundane life and routine before orchestrating this little meeting.
It was time.
He was bored.
She was all too easy.
“It’s quite all right, Miss…?”
She blushed and he took it in.
“Swan…Bella Swan.”
She tucked her book under her arm and stuck out a hand.
He shook it.
Shock.
Energy.
Connection…
With a sharp breath in, and widened eyes, she dropped his hand.
So, she’d felt it too?
Interesting…
“I really am sorry,” she gushed. I’m a bit of a klutz.”
“No, my fault, really. Wasn’t watching where I was going,” he said, shaking off his unease.
What had that been?
In all the time he’d known her, had he ever touched her?
No. He hadn’t.
Until now, and it gave him something to think about, for certain. That, and the fact that he now knew without a doubt: she had no idea who he was.
How that came to be was a mystery.
One he looked forward to solving.
“No, really, it’s my fault,” she insisted. “How can I make it up to you?”
He smiled and her heart sped.
Here it was.
What he’d been angling for…
His ‘in’, and he wasn’t about to pass it up.
Not now, anyway. Not after that…whatever that had been.
“Have dinner with me?”
She bit her lip and looked away, then looked back with a smile.
“Okay.”
“Oh god, I’m sorry!”
Cordially, he smiled as she dabbed at the coffee now staining his shirt.
He’d been trailing her for a week now, observing her mundane life and routine before orchestrating this little meeting.
It was time.
He was bored.
She was all too easy.
“It’s quite all right, Miss…?”
She blushed and he took it in.
“Swan…Bella Swan.”
She tucked her book under her arm and stuck out a hand.
He shook it.
Shock.
Energy.
Connection…
With a sharp breath in, and widened eyes, she dropped his hand.
So, she’d felt it too?
Interesting…
“I really am sorry,” she gushed. I’m a bit of a klutz.”
“No, my fault, really. Wasn’t watching where I was going,” he said, shaking off his unease.
What had that been?
In all the time he’d known her, had he ever touched her?
No. He hadn’t.
Until now, and it gave him something to think about, for certain. That, and the fact that he now knew without a doubt: she had no idea who he was.
How that came to be was a mystery.
One he looked forward to solving.
“No, really, it’s my fault,” she insisted. “How can I make it up to you?”
He smiled and her heart sped.
Here it was.
What he’d been angling for…
His ‘in’, and he wasn’t about to pass it up.
Not now, anyway. Not after that…whatever that had been.
“Have dinner with me?”
She bit her lip and looked away, then looked back with a smile.
“Okay.”
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