In this captivating tale, get ready to be swept away by the fiery romance between a spoiled and irresistible future Duke and a fiercely ambitious African-American law student. When Hervé hatches a plan to use Sadie to appease his marriage-minded par...
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'Do we hope to find someone for ourselves this way?' Leigh asks smoothing his glasses over his peridot eyes
'I should hope so.' Koen announces
' I like the one in the blue three tables down.' Hilliard decides
'her dress is but too tight and too short!' Leigh exclaims
'exactly what I like.' Hilliard decides with a firm nod like this was but a shop and the assistant would deliver the missus to his apartment later on this evening
'I have her! In a floral get up seven tables down to the right!' Emery declares proudly. I smile at his choice, he had to pick out the most absurd of matches, and I had to outdo him! She had skin like the distinct brown of Saharan sand at sunset, short nutmeg hued curly hair cut close to her head in an asymmetry and a tattoo that peeked out of her left shoulder blade.
'You'll kill the old man!' Koen proudly says with a wink of his aqua eyes
'Pick one Leigh. Go ahead.' Hilliard urges like we were at the horse races and betting
'to be exact by the window three tables to your left.' Leigh says with a tinge of rose on his cheek. I turn to a blond with long straight hair like sable, her eyes aqua in contrast. I doubt his parents would disapprove seeing Emery's choice!
'By Jove! If she had but Auburn hair she would be Koen' Hilliard whispers proudly
'I lack feminine looks as such!' Koen protests as we laugh
'I know not why you lament. Leigh obviously thinks you quite attractive!' I chuckle
'Chesterfield and her bare no similitude save for the hue of their eyes!' Leigh defends himself
'I'd watch myself around Burlington if I were you Chesterfield. He might attempt to kiss you in a corner!' Emery chortles as Leigh rouges
'Angelford? Shall you go last?' Koen pries changing the subject
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'indeed I shall.' I announce not seeing any one I would do the honour of scaring my parents with. He smiles triumphantly, as though he had seen someone he expected me to pick and was going to swipe her from under my arms
'four tables up to the left, beside the window.' He proclaims. I turn around counting the tables and looking for the girl, all I see is a curly haired man
'I am going to pretend I am gay.' He announces in elucidation as the door to the cafeteria opens.
I hadn't expected this to be a war of egos as it had turned out to be, but everything with us always turned into one such thing or another, a race, a challenge, a competition or contest, and here was Koen Broughton, the next Baron of chesterfield, pushing the bars up even higher for me to jump. And that's when she walked in as if to save the day for me...
The graffiti of her sport shoe must have been the first thing that caught my eyes, colourful things my mother would cry over! And then the sporty exactness of the lengthy deep earth coloured leg being exposed in confident gait as she swung her hips past table after table in that golden print pair of shorts, the blue jacket swinging side to side half rested on a backside that I was frankly surprised the high waisted shorts could handle. A glove in her hand and a blue scarf of love hear prints tied as a choker on her neck whispered excitedly to me that maybe she was a biker or something. My mind went instantly into calculation; how many things would my parents dislike about my new-found girlfriend??
The list wrote itself out, the seductive walk that made a weaponry of those hips, the gum she was chewing and the particular red of that lipstick on those full delicious looking lips, her sense of style, the way she filled her bra cups so immodestly, her over-sized cat eyed sunglasses in a room, her vogue afro hair style, the deep chocolate of her skin, the chutzpah and attitude I could tell she has a lot of, the motor bike riding, the way she filled the room with her presence, the way those shorts fit her extraordinarily, the way she just walked up to Emery's choice and picked up both her butt cheeks in her palm! To cut a descriptive story short; she was the one for me!
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'She's worse than Gloria!' Leigh announces.
She is rather delicious isn't she?! I was getting uncomfortable in my slacks just looking at her. She smiles and pulls in Emery's choice for a hug then turns around back for the door. I turn to look for my butler then sigh. I have to do this on my own! Gratefully she's looking at her phone when I push Emery's leg out from under the table. She somehow misses it, but the talking lass behind her doesn't, driving the sharp heel of her leopard print shoes right into a toe of his. He yelps in pain, spewing out some choice words as she gasps and lifts her foot
'I'm so sorry!' she cries as my choice walks on by on the phone
AN
and so it begins!
Who else shamelessly uses their friends to hit on people?
