CHAPTER ONE:
THE FIRST EXCHANGE
January Cool Winter Boutique HQ
Wednesday morning, 7:30 AM
January had long black hair, fair complexion, high cheekbones, and was about 5'5", with a strong curvy, beautiful 175 pound physique. She always arrived first at the office to make coffee. She felt her tight white thong and she shifted genty, feeling her pussy a bit wet, as she was always so horny.
There was a lot of stress on her mind and she used her work day to escape her tribulations of the outside world. This work place wasn't enough. Her charcoal art was always beckoning her. Another exit ... another escape. She was such a lovely, sad woman and she worked so much that she had found comfort in hiding behind it all.
Feeling anxious on this particular day she worked fast and around lunch, January changed in the office bathroom from her business suit into a large green blouse and some palazzo pants. Without stopping to explain to her secretary, she untied her black ponytail and left a stack of finished paperwork, never missing a step.
"Fern," she said firmly, "filing these receipts should only take about an hour or two. In any case, feel free to take off early, as that's what I'm planning to do."
This had never happened. January Layne Stone never missed a moment of work, let alone an unplanned personal day.
Fern took off her glasses and stood up in surprise, her blue eyes wide, "YES...ma'am...?".
As January hit the door she barked back at her confused assistant: "We work too hard!"
Wednesday, 1:00 PM
At the art supply store "Artsy Smart Shop", January noticed a man who was almost always there for similar supplies. He was clearly enjoying looking at her. He wasn't shy as he was taking in her curves and studying her lips.
"Hello," he said to January, almost abruptly.
She was taken back by his voice. He was a large man and his sultry voice didn't really match his look. He looked as if he would be a man who has a gruff voice, but instead it was smooth and gentle.
"Hello." She said back, quickly.
With her charcoal pencils and blending stumps in hand, she made her way to the front of the store. Feeling the large, mysterious man's eyes on her made her start to shake with nervous energy. She looked over her shoulder to see if he was still watching her. He was just gone and she bumped into another lady shopping and dropped her art goods everywhere. Bending over, January picked up things as quickly as she could after they scattered. As she was apologizing to the other lady in the art store, that sultry and sexy voice didn't sound far as it returned, "let me help you with that." Not a request, it was given as if giving a direct and firm order.
Before she could get up, January was looking up at this stranger again and feeling ever so closely watched. He offered his hand and she took it. He was a beautiful man, she thought where could he be from.
"Thanks.", she managed as he finished picking up her pencils.
"No problem, he said." And just like that, with a smile, he seemed to disappear.
This wasn't the first time she'd noticed him, but this was the first real interaction.
She found it strange that his voice and his gaze held so strong in her mind. For a minute, it was as if she forgot every other connection she had ever made.
Outside, she loaded her bag into the car, and she noticed him again. There he stood, tall, dark, handsome. Much larger than most men and something else seemed peculiar that she just couldn't pin down. He was simply buying a newspaper and though he appeared to be normal, she thought and whispered under her breath, "something's different."
Just as these words spilled out from January's full, beautiful lips... his eyes rose from the newspaper, and with direct eye contact, he met her gaze with a smile. Some odd timing!
Distracted, January got in her car and quickly left, forgetting her water bottle on top of the car.
As it spilled over and rolled over with a thud, she hit the brakes and spouted "SHIT!"
The stranger strolled over and said in a very playful tone, "you're having a bad day!"
The amusement in her eyes set her off.
"Excuse me sir!"
Her phone in hand, which she was holding up at the same time as the water bottle, he noticed a Brazilian bikini wax appointment was on her screen and she saw him grin back at her.
Snatching up her bottle in a race, before he could assist her for the second time today.
Jumping in her car, she peeled out with an unexplained panic building inside her.
ARTSY SMART SHOP
Friday, 5:49 PM
"Attention shoppers, the store will close in approximately 10 minutes." Please make your final selection and check out. Have a great weekend!" The loud speaker blared obnoxiously at January's favorite art store.
She couldn't believe she had forgotten erasers, so many distractions she had and then that dark skinned man with the magical voice.
As she rounded the aisle with pencil supplies, being ready to have to confront the guy she was needlessly rude to in order to give herself space.
He wasn't there. No one was there. She glanced down at her floral sundress and wondered had she worn it for him to notice her? That was ridiculous, why the hell would she do that?
As most Fridays, most of the store was busy.
January noticed a bit of disappointment from not seeing him there, yet relieved because her actions were so uncalled for and awkward with the water bottle moment. He had only been trying to help her with it. Maybe she felt like she should apologize.
As she checked out without interruption, January scurried out to her small Nissan. The parking lot was crowded and she found a much closer spot in the dark alley. As her keys rattled, "hello?," a now familiar voice approached her from behind.
January turned around and this large man seemed much bigger than before because he was suddenly close.
"Uhh..." January felt her skin start to sweat, "hello!"
The attempted perkiness was failed and lame.
"How are you?" She asked, trembling.
"Okay," he was close and calm. He began to ask questions, "Are you shaking?"
"Yes, it's just..." As she averted her eyes and searched for what she felt, he spoke again.
"My name is Sebastian Blackwood," he smiled and gently added, "I see your fear clearly. You can relax and calm down, because there is no danger here."
"Nice to meet you." She managed as she caught herself looking at his handsome face. His eyes were brown and his lips were absolutely gorgeous. "I'm..."
"You're January Layne Stone," he finished for her, "I've been following your artwork for quite some time."
As he saw her jaw drop, he added with a whimsical singsong tone,
"yes, I know who you are."
A long awkward pause seemed terribly uncomfortable for her, especially as he seemed to absorb energy from this silent moment and enjoy the way she was clearly stammering with her own thoughts. He looked very confident and fine with just observing her there. Examining the outline of her dress against her firm, supple breasts.
"I...I... "she said, realizing while most people quickly complimented her art with some specific things or gushed about the traits of her artwork... or at the very least said they liked it or found her 'talented,' she did realize he didn't give any opinion of his own to what she had created. He did no more than 'follow' it, he had said.
"Thank you...umm... for being a follower!" Trying to finish her sentences with more confidence than she has started with.
Why was he standing here? What did he want? He was so obviously enjoying making her squirm.
"Have a nice weekend, January."
Walking away, she noticed he moved super stealthy for a larger gentleman. Almost like he was made of grace and mobility. Again, his voice took hold and stayed with her, like a song she wanted to forget and wouldn't go away.
"yes, I know who you are.." playing in her mind on repeat.
Sebastian had certainly enchanted her.
CHAPTER 2:
THE PARTY
Garden Party Grill and Social
Fern's house
Saturday, 8:00 PM
Ten days from meeting Sebastian, little occupied her mind other than him. She caught herself drawing him over and over. Every other male drawing was of the lean, cut, muscle model.
She found out how much she quite adored her beautiful stranger and his unique traits. While he wasn't built like Michelangelo's "David", he was so beautiful to her just the same. He was unique and he seemed to be wrapped around her soul and thoughts.
She thought this obsession strange and knew little of him, so she kept her drawings of him hidden.
Her secretary's garden party was going to be the perfect place to get out of her nonsensical thoughts and have a bit of leisure time.
January had ironed her yellow bodycon dress in her white panties and bra earlier. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she could see that her hard work at Pilates had really paid off. Her body was toned and fit, she looked tighter than ever in her midsection. She still looked over her thighs and frowned with criticism.
In her beautiful sunny outfit, January confidently stepped out into Fern's garden party with a beaming smile and a basket filled with wine, chocolate, and loads of lush snacks to reward her assistant for her hard work.
"Thank you, January!" Fern accepted the basket.
"No, THANK YOU... Fern you do so much! You definitely earned this." She pulled out an envelope with cash, "Here's a small bonus, too for those new accounts you helped me land!"
"Thanks so much!" Fern was never looking happier with her red hair in braids and a light blue dress that matched her decor style of her garden, "oh, and before I forget: let me introduce you to one of my best friend's cousins. He's here from out of town."
As she spoke, Sebastian glided up next to her. He wasn't drinking alcohol, like everyone else. He was holding water.
"Hello," he said with a lot of strong confidence, "We have met. Nice to see you again, January."
She was suddenly still and smiling too much. "Hi!"
As she felt all eyes on her, January backed out to the side of Fern's house, "excuse me."
Fern was in another conversation already with someone from the party and January stopped by the side of the house alone.
What the hell?
What is happening? Why did he make such an impact on her? She felt like she was dizzy, so she stepped back and felt Fern's house on the back of her dress. The cold brick was grounding.
Sebastian walked around, as if checking on her.
"Are you okay?"
Damn him for having such a sexy voice... she felt her white panties getting wet as he approached.
"Yes, yes." She licked her lips and tried to not think of her art of his beauty as he stepped up to her. He got close. He stopped and then he got closer.
"You're afraid."
He wasn't asking.
"No!"
He laughed, and locked on to her face.
"Please, don't lie to me. I feel like we will get along so much better. From now on, you're going to be completely honest with me."
