A Starting Point

CHAPTER FOURTEEN- GREEN EYES

Heloyse

"Didn't you read the sign?" It says: "Do not trespass. Private property".
I continued into the water. My face burned and I didn't know whether to apologize or just get out of there. Or maybe I was embarrassed for another reason.
In all my life, I've never seen anyone like him. I tried to remember someone who resembled it, but I was unsuccessful. He was tall, even though he was riding a big horse. A beautiful black horse.
The man was shirtless. His skin was tanned and his hair blond, past his shoulders and covered by a hat. The pale, worn jeans seemed to hug the muscles of his thighs. And turning to his face, I noticed the short strands forming the vestiges of a beard. Again I looked over his abdomen and lingered there. It was so firm.
“Appetizing, firm,” I thought. I shouldn't think that way.
A shiver washed over me again, forcing me to run a hand over my arm, as if trying to warm myself. - Are you deaf?
"I... I didn't see!" I thought the place was beautiful and thought no one would see me so...
"So you decided to invade?"
It was embarrassing to be scolded like a child.
- I'm sorry! I'm leaving.
- I do not know her. You are not from here.
"No... I'm with the Ferrels." They are your boss's friends.
One of his eyebrows arched.
I remembered that Cielo commented that Will had many employees on the farm. Dressed like that, you could tell he was one of them.
— My boss? I sensed a little amusement in his voice.
- Yea. But don't worry, I'll be right there. I really shouldn't have come in here.
I went to the tree, grabbed my tank top and put it on. He never took his eyes off what I was doing. I put back my hair and put on my slippers. I grabbed my book and cell phone and walked towards the fence.
My face was hot, covered in the heat of shame and if I stayed there one more minute, I would wade into that river and be gone without a trace.
“When you want to swim, go in through the gate, miss.
“You won't see me here anymore.
I couldn't look back at him.
I walked over to the fence and crouched down to get to the other side.
"Damn! A thousand times damn!"
Again the barbed wire in the damn bun. What else could happen to embarrass me?
As I whispered a few curses and tried to pull free, I heard him get off the horse. I looked down at the ground and saw his boots.
"Get a knife and kill me," my mind said.
“That's what happens when you jump over a fence. If I had asked to enter the property, this would not have happened. Now there it is, trapped, like a rabbit in a trap.
"And you are the predator", I thought.
“I'll remember your advice,” I said, trying to get the part tangled in the wire out.
“And in addition to trespassing, you're mocking, miss.
When I was about to answer, I felt his body behind me. His hands were in my hair, gently pulling out the strands of barbed wire. Within seconds, I was free and my body felt empty as his hands moved away from me. This was not good.
Already on the other side of the fence, I turned to thank him and that's when I saw him. I saw his eyes.
If paradise had landscapes like European pastoral paintings, they would certainly be composed of colors as perfect as that green.
"Now there you are, trapped, like a rabbit in a trap."
I compared him to a predator and I was right. He had the look of a cat, with eyes the color of emeralds. Then a quote written on the wall came to mind: “I know happiness and she has green eyes”.
I watched him and the whole world around me stopped. The world stopped to observe his full lips, his well contoured jaw and the reflection of his hair in the sun, made him look like something out of reality.
Despite the clothes, the man had a magnificent beauty. If Franz Xaver Winterhalter(7)  had seen him, he would have put aside his preference for queens, to just paint the magnificent and undelicate beauty that was right in front of me.
He could also be compared to a libidinous heartthrob, similar to those in the novels of the time. That tanned type, who exuded arrogance, with a rough face, with firm features, driving maidens crazy. And these, wished they had at least one painting of him, so they could sigh every morning, admiring him.
What would your portrait look like? Perhaps he was portrayed with beautiful green eyes, oozing an empty soul, because he had an empty stare.
My mother used to say "run away from the green eyes, they are dangerous". She always said that when she remembered her first love as a teenager.
- Thanks!
"You're welcome, miss!" She said pulling away.
When I was heading towards the truck, that voice stopped me.
— Have a nice day, Heloise!
Oh my God!
I should have asked how he knew my name, but he was long gone with his horse.

(7)Franz Xaver Winterhalter: Famous royal portraitist.