BUSINESS CLASS ROMANCE

•Windows•

Part 1 – Windows.

As I approached the intimidating complex, a series of glass shards greeted me with the reflexion of my porcelain skin. My hair was in a small French braid that lay wonky along my floral 50’s dress; I walked into the billion dollars complex clutching my stale notebook whilst attending to the nearest escalators...the air was misty with the slight aroma of jasmine.
My lungs filled up with oxygen until my nerves were on overdrive, I began to fiddle with my thumbs, as this wasn’t my 1st encounter with him.  The double doors  (marked MR. SMITH) were varnished over every inch, all shades of brown, light and dark; they suddenly opened....sensors. I approached the long metallic desk and was surrounded by mirrored glass windows, out of these windows were tall brick buildings that hid the pink rays of sun which cascaded over the canvas sky, shining into my eyes through the glass. I flinched covering my eyes so the sun didn’t intercept my vision until thick black shades spiralled down until the room was in darkness, more censored lights flickered on and in walked a tall figure clutching a large briefcase, dressed in a designer suit, and breathing heavily.  His face was perfect, with slight dimples pressed softly into his cheeks adjacent to his plump, pink lips that he licked with his tongue ever so often; he signalled me to sit down and he placed his case on the floor and seated in his large, leather chair. I twiddled my thumbs a and rapidly undone the elastic from my hair letting my  hair fall back against my chest; he stared with a grin on his face and then leaned towards me with his hands interlocked in one another, I felt intimidated. I failed to look into his eyes.
“ Why did you take the hair out?” he questioned, I looked up suddenly,                                                       “ Sorry?” I recipitated,                                                                                                                                         “the hair, why’d you take it out? It was so perfectly positioned, why?” he explained in admiration, I giggled slightly and finally looked him in his eyes.                                                               “because I didn’t feel pretty” I used, he then looked at my puzzled and said,                     “ how can someone as beautiful as you, not feel pretty? Please tell me Mrs...”,                             “Madison, still....so it’s Miss” I replied and corrected, he sat back smiling but still intrigued however I was hoping he had forgot his question.                                                                                                              “ So erm.... Mr. Smith, I know your running for Congress in less than 4 months, what is your intellectual view on the upcoming events of the election that may intercept your belief of-”           
Hours went by of  talking and questioning his running for Congress, until 9PM struck the big clock located in the south of his office.                                                                                                           “want some wine?” he asked whilst walking towards  the glass cabinet holding 2 thin glasses,                                                                                                                                                                      “no thank you, it’s alright”  I corresponded,                                                                                                       “go on, I’m not drinking alone!” he persuaded raising his eyebrows at me.                                        “mmmm, okay then” I gave into the pressure, he walked over and handed me the red wine that sat simmering into he crystallised glass, both he and I guzzled the wine and he signalled the glass for another, I nodded reluctantly as the wine tasted so sweet and tantalising that I had to have more.