This is a work of fiction. No reference to real persons is intended. It contains strong, non-traditional sexual imagery and language. If you don't like this kind of thing, don't read it. (FF, MF, NC, Bond)
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It was love at first sight.
Well, almost.
It would be more accurate to say, she fell in love with him one piece at a time. The first time she saw him, she fell immediately and deeply in love with his ass.
He was huddled with the director over some documents. And his butt was framed so nicely against his slacks she couldn't help but notice. It was firm and athletic; not too fat; not too thin. She could actually see his muscles ripple as he shifted weight. Nice.
When he stood, she loved his dark wavy hair and then his broad shoulders. He reached for a pen; she loved his strong aristocratic hands. And so it went. She couldn't seem to look away. Everything she saw she liked. By the time he'd finished with the director she thought he had the most incredible body she had ever seen. 'So he'll probably have the face of a dog,' she thought with regret.
But when he turned he was more handsome than she could have imagined. His face combined boyish good looks with tremendous strength of will. And he looked so cute as he scanned the room obviously searching for something. He smiled. She melted. Until she realized he was smiling at her.
Caught!
Turning beet-red she quickly looked down, busying herself in the work she was supposed to have been doing.
A few moments later she heard a voice clearing itself in front of her desk. It was him.
"It seems we're going to be working together on the new project." He had the most beautiful masculine voice she'd ever heard. And he didn't seem to notice her flushed appearance and lack of composure. Or he pretended not to.
It was the start of a wonderful friendship.
For several weeks they simply worked together. She loved his competence and friendly manner. It was all strictly professional. Then one night after working late he took her out for dinner. They ate. She talked. He listened. He was a wonderful listener. They had meals together quite often after that.
Somewhere along the line she decided that he was the one. This was the man she was going to marry. She flushed at her own thoughts. This was so . . . so . . . bold of her. It was almost out of character. But damn it. He was so perfect. She just couldn't let him get away. And the project wasn't going to last forever. And maybe it wasn't so out of character after all. She had never been pushy, but whenever she'd really wanted something -- and put her mind to it -- she'd gotten what she was after. And he definitely *was* the one.
So she plotted. She schemed. She invited him to her apartment for dinner.
The evening went well. But again, she did all the talking and he did all the listening. And he wasn't making any moves. She wondered if he might be gay. So she asked.
He laughed and assured her he wasn't gay.
"You're not wearing a ring," she observed.
"No," he said with a mischievous grin. "No wife, no fianc‚e." Then his face took on a curious expression which she couldn't read. "But I'm not quite what you might expect, either."
"What do you mean?" she asked with interest. This would be a breakthrough. He had never talked about himself before.
He looked like he was about to tell her and then seemed to change his mind. He just laughed again. There was music in his laughter.
Now he was not only the most beautiful man she had ever met. He had also become a mystery. And she just loved a mystery. It somehow made him that much more desirable and herself that much more determined. For now she knew she was truly in love.
Weeks past. Time was running out. She'd had him over to dinner several times but he still hadn't made a pass at her and still he wouldn't tell his secret. She began to wonder if he might be a spy. But what kind of secret agent spent weeks doing dull paperwork? The mystery only deepened.
And despite the fact that he'd never made any moves, despite the fact he'd gently turned aside the few moves she'd made toward him, despite his perfect gentlemanliness, she was convinced he was attracted to her as well. He must have found her desirable. Why else would he spend all his free time with her? But when the final few days of the project were clearly in sight, she had the panicky feeling that it would soon be over and he would walk out of her life forever.
Just when it seemed there was no hope left, he invited her over to his place for dinner. She'd never seen his apartment before. There had been an unspoken understanding between them that his private life was not a subject for discussion. She didn't even have his home phone number. And now he was inviting her in. She just knew something important was going to happen.
She was surprised how ordinary everything seemed to be. Just a nice, normal-looking bachelor's apartment. No spy stuff, nothing unusual at all. But it was clean and comfortable. She liked that but it didn't provide any answers.
They ate. He had prepared everything himself and it was all wonderful. Afterward they sat together in the living room but this time she wasn't about to let him off the hook by doing all of the talking. They sat together in silence. He looked like he was working up the nerve to say something. Or perhaps he was trying to find the right words.
"I know how you feel about me," he said at last. "And I feel the same way about you." Her heart skipped a beat.
There followed a long silence.
"But?" she prompted.
"But I'm not at all what you might expect." He looked up at her with a lopsided grin.
"So tell me," she said.
"That's just it," he said. "I can't."
'Can't or won't?' she wondered.
But studying her face intently he asked, "Would you take me . . . sight unseen, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, for the rest of our lives?"
Her heart caught in her throat. This was so sudden and so completely unexpected.
He continued, "Would you take me to love, to honor, to cherish and to obey? Please don't answer without thinking about it. Would you leave with me right now if I asked? No questions asked. To go where I tell you, to do what I tell you, so long as we both shall live? Would you take me as your husband and become what I want you to be, knowing that you'll receive no explanations or promises from me until after we were married?"
