I was going to post this last Christmas but was delayed. My first attempt at writing mature romance. Feedback please! Very much appreciated.
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"This sucks."
Heather Barnes muttered to herself. She spent two hours browsing her closet for something to wear for her company's annual Christmas Party. Despite her efforts, nothing decent caught her eye. She settled for a black dress that wasn't very attractive and didn't flatter her figure, but at least fit her. At 5 feet 9 inches with a weight of 190 pounds, her closest friends kept telling her that she wasn't fat and her height made up for it but she wasn't satisfied.
She looked at herself in the mirror after dressing up and started applying her make-up. She spread foundation that matched her complexion over her heart-shaped face. She framed her almond-shaped green eyes with eye shadow and outlined them with eyeliner. She then coated her full plump lips red with a smear of gloss then teased her brunette hair a bit. After checking herself on the mirror one last time, she left her house and drove to the Hilton where the party was being held.
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"Good evening Miss Barnes," the usher welcomed her after checking her name on the list and taking her coat. "you are in table 2."
Heather smiled and made her journey to the table. She was so lucky to have her job, working as an editor for a very famous publishing company. She sat at the table and immediately had her meal in front of her since she was late. She looked at table 1 and saw the most gorgeous man in New York. Mr. tall, dark and handsome, Andrew Bennett, heir to the publishing company -- with, presumably, his wife connected to his arm.
She averted her eyes and started with her meal. After dessert, the program went on with performances and announcements, then came the dancing. She was not the most graceful person and with her weight, she always thought she looked stupid so she decided to go outside in the garden, despite the cold. She was surprised to see Andrew there. Wrapping her coat she got beforehand, Heather approached him, wanting to talk to the object of her affections.
"There's a nice party inside." She announced, startling him "What's a guy like you doing out here?"
He turned around, smiling and replied, "I could say the same thing about you."
She approached a wooden bench and brushed off the snow before sitting down. "I don't do dancing."
Andrew took a few steps and sat down next to her. "Well then, I don't do socializing."
She smiled and it grew closer when he scooted closer to her. They kept a steady stream of conversation and were both surprised at how comfortable they were. They then touched the topic of relationships. Heather took another risk tonight by subtly asking him about his relationship status. "So, how's your wife?"
"I don't have a wife." He admitted with amusement and confusion in his eyes.
"Oh," she replied, in disbelief that he was wifeless "who was that woman with you?"
He flashed her another one of his smiles and replied "A date my secretary set me up for tonight."
"Wow, I thought a guy as charming and perfect as you would have a wife by now." She declared.
"I guess I just haven't found the right woman yet." He admitted.
Heather smiled and looked down at her watch and realized it was getting late. "Well I should probably go, it's getting late."
She stood up hesitantly and Andrew followed suit. He brushed snowflakes off her hair and she blushed, touched by the gesture. They started making their way inside when he spoke, "I really enjoyed your company tonight. I hope we could do that again sometime."
She stopped and so did he when he realized she wasn't walking beside him. Eyes wide with disbelief, she stammered. "Y- you're asking me out on a d- date?"
Walking towards her and taking her hands in his, he brought them up to his lips and responded, "Yes, I believe I am."
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After two days, Heather received a bouquet of while lilies on her desk. She was amused yet so happy at the thought that Andrew knew what her favorite flowers were. They set up a date for that evening and it would be their first time to meet again since the party. She searched for a card and found it was attached to one of the stems. She took it out and read it.
I can't wait to see you again tonight.
Heather held the card close to her chest with a huge smile on her face. Over the weekend, she thought about it and hoped that Andrew was not playing with her. Although she knew it was impossible, with her size, she hoped Andrew was sincere and was genuinely interested in her. She liked him the first time she saw him and those feelings grew as she stole glimpses of him.
She started concentrating on work which made the time fly by so fast. She didn't get to see Andrew that day which made her anticipate their date more. Her work for the day was done and she made her way home to get ready for her big date. This time, she prepared by buying a new dress. A few hours later, her doorbell rang and she opened it to see Andrew who had a bouquet of lilies -- again -- and a smile.
"You look wonderful." He declared, extending his hand.
Heather took it and locked up her house before leaving. She never looked past him when she opened the door so she was surprised to see a horse-drawn carriage on her front lawn. "I've never seen a real horse-drawn carriage before, much less ridden one."
He helped her get up on it and instructed the driver to go to their destination. "Well, I'm glad I was able to give you your first."
They arrived at and expensive restaurant and started up another conversation. "So," Andrew asked, "how's your steak?"
"Fine," she replied "how's yours?"
"Real good," he answered "but not as good as your company."
She blushed and took a sip of her wine. "Thank you. I feel the same way." She responded.
They ate their meal for an hour and when they came up to get the check, Andrew paid for everything saying it was his treat. Then, they went back on the carriage and he asked the driver to take a stroll around New York. He reached for a blanket on the seat across theirs and draped it on their laps. He then put his arm around her and held her close as if it were the most natural thing in the world. She took comfort in him and laid her head on his shoulder. Then, he did the most unexpected thing.
He kissed her.
It was no peck-on-the-lips or friendly kiss. It was passionate; hot, wet and open-mouthed. She was so shocked it took her a few seconds to respond. They kissed for what it seemed like an eternity before pulling apart for air. He continued kissing her neck and she shivered.
"Cold?" Andrew asked.
"No."
Quite the opposite actually.
He tilted his head to the side as if scrutinizing her and she hoped he would kiss her again. And he did. This time, he flattened his body against hers and she felt a bulge in his pants, which made her kiss him harder. He broke the kiss, panting, and ordered the chauffer to take them to his penthouse in Manhattan.
They didn't talk for the rest of the journey but cuddled close to each other. On the ride to elevator, they didn't touch nor speak. When they reached his room, she immediately went to the balcony to try and calm herself. She'd been dreaming of this moment and can't believe it was happening.
"Wow," she exclaimed "the view is beautiful."