His Perspective.
I have never been in the company of a female who is unphased by my presence. Almost all females are usually intrigued by my appearance or dress style. I'm so used to hearing. "Ah, Dexter baby, I love how you talk and sing, and your music is awesome."
I've even had some girls tell me I smell and look good enough to eat. And my scent was irresistible. So I'm perplexed by this girl's lack of interest in me. Her reaction, or lack thereof, is something I've never had happened to me before. I sighed and tightened my grip on the steering wheel to keep frustration from building or making it obvious.
I glanced over at her, confounded by the lack of attention toward me. Being in the entertainment industry, I've been in the company of pleather of women most of my life, though not every kind of female. Despite that, I thought I was pretty knowledgeable of girls, regardless of race, creed, and color.
But I'm sitting here so perplexed. Why isn't this easier? "What kind of female is she?" I muttered.
"Did you say something? I heard you, you know. So please don't deny it. But, for your information, I'm a Blasian. That's what kind I am. Do you have a problem with that? Let me know if you do. Because I'll get out of your car right now."
"Oh no, I didn't mean it that way." I repeated out loud her words, 'You're Blasian' had slipped out of my mouth. "Umm, no, I don't have a problem with you. But, please, take your hand off the door handle. It would help if you didn't hurt yourself. Please stay in the car. Look, we are almost to the mechanic shop." I said, pointing to the GPS map, hoping to distract her thoughts of flight.
I noticed she either had a temper or was so scared and ready to get out of my company, even if that meant going back into the snow with no shoes on her feet. Or maybe she's still intoxicated. She did have strong alcohol coming from her earlier. I know she must recognize that the snow was falling heavier as the night progressed.
"Oh, good. Lord, I pray this mechanic shop is open." Taesha says out loud.
Even the way she talked was different, piquing my interest oddly. We entered this swanky little town. I drove slowly. We see the city has a signature white steeple church. There's a small red and white fire station and a combination of colorful cafes, flower and plant shops, and galleries. In the middle of everything on this main street was a yellow and brown two-story building with a large sign that said, General country store. It was hard to see much else, but a little further down, I could see a flashing red sign. "Tow trucks 24 hours."
"Do you see it?! Hurry! Go over there." Taesha said excitedly.
"It says 24 hrs. I don't think it will close before we get there." I utter in a calm and collected tone, opposite her newfound energy. She smacked her lips at my remark. I look around at everything realizing how much more enjoyable life can be with color and variety in your life.
I pulled into the parking lot. "Here you go."
We both sit there and glance at one another. Then at the falling snow. Taesha says. "Aren't you going to go inside and get the man to come out here?"
"Huh, no, it's your car and your accident. But, of course, you know what you hit better than I do. Or maybe you don't?" I squint my eyes at her questioningly.
"I know that! But I don't have any shoes on, remember?"
I looked down at her tiny feet on my toasty plush carpet. My synapsis snapped! That's right. Her dirty muddy boots are in the trunk of the car. I make an inward joke. 'They say to keep your woman barefoot and stranded.' So I thought, smiling.
"I'll leave the engine on so you can stay warm. So I can trust you will not drive off, will you?"
"Real funny! I don't need your car. I have a brand new car, thank you very much."
"Okay." I winked at her, and she cutely blushed. Her facial expression made my heart race even faster.
I jogged into the falling snow to quickly get inside the warm building. Taesha sat there trying to fight against smiling. It was nice for once to have a man to be concerned about her well-being and took care of her the way Dexter had done. She watches the clock. After 5 minutes, she began to wonder what was taking him so long.
Eventually, Taesha saw him exit the building. When she saw him, Taesha felt a smile come over her lips—watching his lengthy frame in all that sexy black. He looked handsome, jogging back to the car as the white snowflakes pelted his bronzed face as he opened the car door.
Oh my goodness, what am I thinking? He is not my type! She reminds herself.
"Whew! It's bad out there."
"Yeah, yeah, what about my new car? Where is the tow truck guy?"
What happened to that cute blushing face? I asked myself.
"I had to explain to the guy where the car was located and that you had an accident. I told him you ran smack dab into a tree or a moose. I don't know…." I paused when my eyes met hers eyes with a scowl on her face.
She smacks her lips." Please, continue..."
"Oh, the guy's name is Jonah. I had to convince Jonah to pick your tiny car up tonight. Because he was going to do it in the morning, I told him that my girlfriend was worried that her tiny car would get buried in this heavy snow. So he agreed to do it for an extra cost to pick it up tonight. He said you could check with him in the morning if the weather permits. His mechanic shop is located across the street but is closed tonight."
"I'm your girlfriend now? Ha! That's funny!"
"It's man talk. I knew you wouldn't understand."
"I certainly don't understand, lying! So where is the mechanic guy's shop?" she asked anxiously, looking out her window.
"It's on my side." I point toward the front door. "That way." She leans close and partially over me as I press my back against my car seat. I couldn't help but inhale the sweet aroma escaping from her hair. It smelled like a bed of fresh flowers.
I could also feel her soft breast graze against my thigh. Immediately I felt hot blood zoom through my veins down to my rod. Our body heat began to rise. She must have realized how close she was to my body. So she quickly leaned away and straightened her body erect back in her seat.
"Thank you," she utters softly. Taesha was enticed by how good this man smelled. It had to be some expensive cologne he was wearing. She looked at him directly, thinking, 'he's handsome and has a unique eye color.
Taesha clears her throat, trying to calm her throbbing heart. "I appreciate your help. I know I've been enough trouble for you. I'll get out when the guy brings his truck around, and I'll ride with him."
I know my confused face was evident. "You'll ride with the Mechanic? Isn't he more of a stranger than me? So why would you want to ride with him? I'll never understand women. Besides, there's another issue."
"What's that?" she asked as her brows lifted above her pretty eyes that expanded.
"It seems we are smack in the middle of a serious snowstorm. I was watching the news while I was in his office. So it looks like we are going to be stuck in this small town at least until tomorrow. Besides, the front of your car is smashed in. Trust me. It isn't drivable in that condition. So he asked me to bring your car keys to him."
She sighs heavily. "Oh, no! I need to get with my friends." Taesha says sadly.
"I would take you to your friends, but that's impossible in this weather. I had plans too that were very important to me." So I say, trying to sound as disappointed and guilt trip her all in the process, and it worked.
"Yeah, I'm sorry about screwing up your night," Taesha says, looking disappointed.
"The bright side is you will be here in the morning to pick up your car," I tell her.
"And it'll get fixed, and I'll be able to drive to my friends." She says, hopeful. "I'll probably be able to call them too."
I sat there listening to her sound ecstatic as I inwardly grinned. "Hey, do you have your keys so I can bring them inside to Jonah?"
"Oh yes. Here you go," Taesha said, getting the car keys out of her purse.
"I'll be back shortly to take you to look for lodging in this small town.
"If you can take me to a nearby hotel not too far, that will be fine," Taesha tells me.
"I'll ask the guy inside where we can find a nice place to sleep for the night."
"Alright. Thanks, Dexter."
"Yeah, now I got her right where I want her," I said, smiling, jogging back to the building.
It took Taesha a minute for her to register what he had said. "We?" "Oh, there is no "we" and no us. So soon as Dexter gets back in here, I need to set him straight. So there won't be any confusion." The minute Dexter gets back into the car, Taesha tells him. "I hope you don't think I need you to stay out here with me. I'll be fine. You can go home." "I can go home? I can't head home this time of night. Have you forgotten already about all the road closures? The road that leads to my home is closed. That's how I ended up meeting you. I'm in a predicament like you. Sorry, it looks like we are in this together. You can't go where you were trying to go, and neither can I. The snow is falling too heavy to be on the road trying to make a long-distance trip. It wouldn't be safe or wise for me or anyone to drive out." Taesha sighs. "So, what hotels did the mechanic suggest?" He mentions that a woman named Ms. Henry rents out cabins to overnight travelers about a mile up the mountain.
Dexter had gone completely still as his fingers felt a sizzle from touching her neck. He stared directly at her, liking what he saw. We both stared at one another for a long heated moment with many questions whirling around in our minds. At least I knew I had questions that I positively wanted and needed answers to.Ms. Henry's blue eyes peers at them with a hint of a smile as she clears her throat, watching the powerful attraction right before her eyes between these two. Taesha rolled her eyes at Dexter, giving her attention to Ms. Henry's obvious hint that she was still in the room. "So, was there really an accident?" Ms. Henry asked, looking at the two of them. But before Taesha could respond, she heard him say. Dexter had gone completely still as his fingers felt a sizzle from touching her neck. He stared directly at her, liking what he saw. We both stared at one another for a long heated moment with many questions. "Yes! When I found her on the side of the road, she had hit a
"Good night Ms. Henry and thanks for everything."They both said, waving as they hurried back to the cabin. The snow outside was falling heavier. But once inside, they were now alone under the same roof. Even though Taesha felt exhausted, her nerves wouldn't let her relax. The uneasiness of being alone with a man; on top of that, he was a stranger kept going through her mind. "Is this counted as a one-night stand?' Taesha begins to reflect on her many conversations with her best friend, Cameron. Taesha remembers telling her how she could never have a one-night stand. Well, this is the closes she'll ever come to having one.She watched Dexter remove his long black coat from his slender frame, hanging it on the coat rack. Taesha asks herself, 'what are you doing?' It wasn't the first time she's had to check herself when it came to him tonight. Taesha feels the need to fill the awkward silence. Taesha walked around the cabin, exploring and talking out loud. "It feels so good in here," sh
The following day Dexter begins to stir, feeling uncomfortable. He sits up but with his eyes still closed. He rubs his neck, which had become stiff from lying on the couch. When his eyes finally opened, he got the shock of his life. The shadowy darkness had returned. Everywhere he looked in the cabin was ash-gray. He stood rubbing his eyes, blinking, and then reopening them. But the shadowy darkness remained the same. Finally, he rushed over to the bathroom to look in the mirror. He splashed water on his face several times, rubbing it into his eyes as if to wash the ash gray away! Everything was still that awful ash-gray color! "Why?" Never before has his lack of vision ever bothered him. But for the first time, it bothered him greatly! Dexter had never hated his eye condition in all these twenty-eight years until now. The heat of anger rushed to his head, and immediately, water welled in his eyes; looking in the mirror, he couldn't stop the waterfall of tears from streaming from t
Taesha was quiet. She didn't say anything as she continued to look up at him. Taesha's longingly startled eyes had Dexter thinking about how she must taste like sweet melted chocolate. Lust pounded through him now that he could see her face. He took a good long look at the gorgeous mouth, desiring to taste her lips' sweetness. Dexter lowered his head, and his mouth landed on her soft pink lips. The impact was nothing short of incendiary—the kiss for him, unlike anything he had ever experienced. A moan came from her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Dexter pulled her closer, not caring that she'd feel his instant arousal. Her breasts flattened against his chest as her mouth opened more to his heated tongue. Oh my God. This was the hottest kiss he'd ever experienced, and Dexter has experienced his share of hot kisses. Dexter found himself sinking into her sweetness as Taesha began to withdraw. "Wait, I'm so confused," she said, her voice hoarse and sexy. "Confused abou
Dexter had never driven in broad daylight without his sunglasses on. It was refreshing not to need anything over his eyes and not be affected. He had missed out on all the simple pleasures due to his rare color blindness. His color blindness is not your typical eye disease. Most people may be familiar with the disease, where you see limited colors. It's the one more common in males. Most people don't know that 1 in 12 men are color blind. The men with my rare case suffer in silence and keep it a secret. What most take for granted, like seeing the morning sun and watching the snowfall, are elements he's seeing for the first time.To be out today is perfect for grocery shopping. Once they make it to the store, he looks at Taesha's grocery basket, which consists of candy, ice cream, and junk food. On the other hand, Dexter's basket was filled with necessities like; vegetables, finely cut meats, seafood, bread, eggs, pasta, rice, wine, and other commodities. Taesha takes it upon herself t
The two of them couldn't be more opposites. Once inside the cabin, Taesha tossed her bags on the counter and took out a bag of Reese's pieces bite-size candy. She plops down on the sofa tossing a piece of candy into her mouth. "I'm so tired after all that shopping. I like shopping, but boy, you wore me out! I guess I'm still exhausted from last night's catastrophe!" Dexter also set his bags on the island counter and went to the closet to hang his new clothes first. Next, he took and put his black trench coat on the coat rack. When that was done, he put up the groceries he had brought, which were the necessities for both of them. He also put away Taesha's food and junk items that she conveniently left on the counter. She sat there on the sofa and stared at him in amazement. "I'll give you this much. You can't find too many guys like you, all pampered and bougie, but you don't mind working. What kind of work do you do for a living? From looking at your hands, you probably work for so
Taesha didn't come out of the room for the rest of the evening. After Dexter had put the shoes in his closet, hoping to give them to her tonight. He fixed himself something to eat. "Why did I let her put my wine back on the store shelf? I could use something to drink to help me relax. I can be persuasive, charming, firm, stubborn, and prideful. I have even been told I'm an excellent singer and lover. But to scorn a woman or hurt a female intentionally that's not my style. I love and respect my mother too much to mistreat a female intentionally." Yes, Dexter didn't like having Taesha upset with him, and he was very sorry. It indeed was a mistake that he made. Dexter knew he had never met someone like her before. All the girls he's dated, though, only for a month. In this short period, he could tell she was vastly different from any girl he's spent and wasted time dating. Sure she had a temper that lit up like a firecracker at the strike of a match. But it was his fault, and she had