A Special Summer(3)
It had taken Summer a few seconds to realize she’d crashed dead smack into a man’s chest. Embarrassed, she could feel her caramel complexion flushing. Gazing up into an onyx set of eyes, Summer gasped as her legs turned to noodles. If she didn’t do something fast she was going to hit the floor. Hard. Not wanting to embarrass herself further, she grasped onto the lapels of the stranger’s tuxedo. Summer’s body was doing strange things as she held on for dear life pressing her chest against the man’s rock hard chest in an attempt to keep from falling to the floor.
Firmly supporting the small of her back, the stranger pressed her even further into his solid form.
“Whoa. Are you okay?” The voice was deep and sexy.
Nodding her head, staring at the stranger’s broad chest up close and personal, Summer responded softly, “Yes, I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”
The closeness of the man’s strong body felt oddly good to her. As she became intoxicated from the powerful scent of his cologne, Summer inhaled deeply, sensations stirred in her she’d never known existed. These sensations suddenly frightened her, causing her to retreat from the close contact. Cautiously she stepped back.
“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry for grabbing on you like that.” She knew not only was her face probably a tint of pink, but her ears most likely were bright red as well. She was burning up with embarrassment.
Slowly Summer lifted her head to meet the stranger’s dark gaze with wide expressive eyes as she timidly asked, “Did I get your tux wet?”
A sexy grin curved his full lips. “No, but I see you’re all wet.” He told her as his eyes pointed to her cleavage. Reaching into the inside pocket of his tuxedo, the sexy stranger removed an embroidered handkerchief with the initials NS and handed it to her. Their hands touched sending a shock of electricity through Summer as she accepted the white cloth. Stepping around the sexy stranger, she scurried off to the restroom without saying another word.
Standing in front of the mirror, Summer frowned as she dabbed at her cleavage with the handkerchief. The scent of cologne from the fabric drifted beneath her nostrils as she patted her bosom. Summer closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, dragging the masculine scent deep into her lungs.
Brotha was fine! Denzel Washington in Training Day fine! Summer thought to herself that he had to be at least six-three of chestnut brown, rock hard muscle. The man’s chest and shoulders were so wide they’d completely blocked her view. Oh Lawd! Not to mention a set of dark piercing eyes, straight nose, chiseled jaw and thick full lips draped by a perfectly trimmed mustache and goatee. Summer shivered just thinking about how gorgeous the man was.
“Earth to Summer! Earth to Summer!” Startled by Starr’s intrusion, Summer jumped putting her hand to her chest. She was so caught up daydreaming about Denzel’s clone back in the ballroom she hadn’t heard her friend come into the ladies’ room.
“Girl, you scared the day lights out of me! Don’t sneak up on me like that!”
“Oh, my bad. I was coming to check on you girl.”
“Did you see me make a fool of myself out there? I can hardly walk let alone dance. I’m so embarrassed,” Summer moaned.
“Come on, girl, it was an accident. Shoot, besides the way dude was holding you, I don’t think he cared you bumped into him spilling his drink. Now come on let’s get back out there, he’s probably looking for you.”
Starr didn’t wait for a response. Grabbing Summer’s hand pulling her toward the door she was determined to get Summer to talk to the fine brotha. Starr didn’t know what Summer’s problem was. All night she stood on the sidelines people watching. Summer was one of the most gorgeous women she knew. And what Starr loved about her friend was that she didn’t flaunt or use her beauty the way some women did. If anything, she was totally oblivious to her pretty looks. She deserved to have a handsome man pay attention to her, even if it’s for only one night.
Summer yanked her hand away, “Wait a minute, Starr, I haven’t peed yet.” Thrusting the hanky in Starr’s hand she ran into the stall. “Here hold this, and don’t remind me of how I made a fool of myself.”
Starr automatically inhaled the hanky. Mmmm smells good.
“All right, hurry up girl. By the way did you get cutie’s name or digits?”
Blowing out of the stall, going over to the sink washing her hands, Summer frowned. “No, girl, I just grabbed his hanky and high tailed it out of there. I told you I was embarrassed. Didn’t have time to get no name, let alone digits.”