Suddenly, I felt a jostling from behind, someone bumping roughly against me. It was unceremonious, lacking any hint of an apology or acknowledgment, and it left me momentarily disoriented. In that fleeting moment of bewilderment, I could hardly grasp what was happening or why my instincts screamed at me to be cautious. The café was quiet, a few people moving in and about, but all I could focus on was the strange sensation of being watched and the unexpected disturbance that had pulled me deeper into a world of unease.

She was tall, almost six feet, with cascading strands of golden blond hair that flowed like silk down her back, framing her face perfectly. Her striking blue eyes sparkled with playful mischief, making her utterly captivating—drop-dead gorgeous in every sense of the word. At that moment, draped across me, her presence electrified me, and I had a thing for blonds. I was off balance, and they took full advantage.

As I reflect on that moment, I can still feel the slow pullback of her body, an increase in the gentle friction that sent shivers down my spine. Through her movements, there was an undeniable intimacy in how she touched me. And then, her voice—oh, that voice—like a melody from a goddess, resonated in the air as she finally eased herself away.

“Oh… I’m so sorry about that. I tripped on that raised cobblestone there. Did I hurt you?” she asked, her tone soft and inviting, a hint of concern lacing her words.

Behind me, Cher now stood, eyes fixated on me. I rose, her perfume filling my senses, and turned towards her. The moment I did, my breath caught at the sight before me. Those blue eyes were deep and inviting; that little smile always hinted more. An instant rush of thoughts flooded my mind, and I could feel a stirring of interest deep within me. She spoke again, her voice smooth and enchanting, making my heart race. Sure, my eyes telegraphed my thoughts.

“I am so sorry…you okay. I spilled your coffee…let me at least buy you a new one.”

Me, the man with all the words when I wanted, just came back with… “Okay.”

Cher walked around the table, hips swinging, her short pale blue skirt showcasing her long-tanned legs and a dark blue top highlighting her waist. She settled into her seat across from me, catching the server’s attention, and it was hard to miss her figure. I tried not to stare, but her allure was impossible to ignore. My eyes drifted to her left hand, which rested prominently on the table; she wasn’t wearing a ring, suggesting she was free of that commitment or wanted to appear that way.



Cher was a natural conversationalist and dominated the discussion. I let her talk on as I assessed whether my interest lay in her personality or just lust. Often, it was the appearance that drew me in. I was a hollow man in that way. However, her brilliance set her apart this time; I could sense the depth of her conversation, which intrigued me. She told me she was a civil engineer working on contracts like me. Here for the week on a job. I got lost in her, oblivious to the two men stalking me.