Lady of the House
"Name?", he asked leaving his deep voice to shake her to the core with fear. Her hand's shook with fear as she tried to look elsewhere avoiding his gaze. Her father always told her to never leave a man unanswered.
"Gulshen Ara Jaan sir!", she slowly lifted her gaze, staring at him through her long eyelashes. His hair was like gold but black in colour, each thread falling perfectly, weaving together as they fell to frame his tanned face.
He paused for a moment, tapping his fingers on the table as he studied her resume. His fingers were long but strong looking, his fingernails pink and smooth, with half-moons near the cuticles.
His strong forearm disappeared into the sleeve of his black jacket, pushed up below his elbow to free his hands. His nose was straight and aquiline, his lips (his lips!) perfectly formed, parted slightly, his breath moving in and out in steady streams of air.
He looked up flashing his beautiful dark brown eyes framed by tangled black lashes.
"Why is your head down Ms Jaan?" he seemed irritated by her submissive attitude but was intrigued, as no women he had ever met looked so submissive.
He watched her mouth open and close as she tried to fish for words, "my dad says women should bow their heads in front of a man out of respect".
Her response took him by surprise, has she not realised yet that it's 2016 not 1890? He leant forward placing his strong elbows on the table, "did your father also tell you that men don't like fat women?" his eyes trailed her body disgustingly.