The attractive woman with shoulder-length black hair and dark brown eyes returned from the kitchen with two partially filled glasses. The man with blond hair and blue eyes, who appeared to be in his early twenties, glanced at her. A smile formed on his face. Then he looked at the large television directly across the room.
As she approached him, he reached for the glasses. “Let me help you.” He carefully put the glasses on coasters that rested on the oak coffee table in front of him.
“Thank you,” she said. She sat on the cream-colored leather sofa next to him.
He glanced at her and smiled.
“Did I miss anything?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No. The movie just started.” He took a drink from the glass nearest him.
“I bought that brand of water today. Do you like it?”
“It’s very good,” he assured her. “Is it the same brand we had after our round of racquetball?”
“Just wondered.” He thought about their game of racquetball. Considering how much she enjoyed sports, he thought she should have worked in a physical fitness center. However, she didn’t need to work because her parents had been incredibly wealthy. When they died in a car accident, everything--about fifty million dollars’ worth--had been left to her. She’d been twenty-one. Several years later, she married a man who had become one of the most successful cardiovascular surgeons in the state, if not in the country. The marriage had ended in a highly publicized divorce. According to the TV and newspapers, she had received approximately ten million dollars in the settlement. That was last year. She had been thirty-two.
She looked at his right index finger. “How’s your finger?”
He glanced at it. “I think I’ll live,” he replied. “I can’t believe I did that.” He had cut his finger with a knife while helping her prepare a tossed salad, which they had eaten after their game.
He noticed that her dark brown eyes were fixed on him. “Yes?” he asked.
“Do you like me?”
“Yes. You know I do.”
“Do you like being with me?”
“Of course. We have fun.”
“But I am older--”
He laughed. “You are? Why didn’t you tell me?” Then he reached for her hands. He glanced at her fingernails. She had them manicured once a week. He looked at the light veins on the backs of her hands. Then he kissed them. He looked at her face. A smile formed on her mouth. He leaned toward her. “You want to know something?”
“I enjoy being with you. In fact, I think I’m falling in love with you.”
She didn’t say anything.
He moved closer and whispered, “I’d like to kiss you.”
“You have my permission,” she said playfully.
Their lips touched, and suddenly he felt warmer. He leaned back and looked at her. Her lips parted, revealing her perfect white teeth. He looked at her black hair.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No.” He glanced at her lightly tanned legs, which had helped defeat him at racquetball earlier.
She noticed his glance. “Do you like what you see?” she asked with a smile.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“Thomas, there is no need to be sorry.” Then she reached for him and kissed him lightly on the lips.
When their lips parted, she reached for her glass of water. Thomas grabbed her in his arms and pulled her to him. Their eyes met, and he could feel her warm breath on his face. Suddenly, he held her at arms’ length and looked at her. “You know, you are a very beautiful woman.”
She laughed. “Thank you.”
“Your former husband must be very stupid.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because. He let you get a divorce.”
“Actually, he had grown to love another woman.”
“Like I said, your former husband must be very stupid.”
He pulled her closer and kissed her. Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong. Although he had not experienced any physical pain, he felt his body jerk once, then twice. He tried to speak. Nothing. He thought he could see Madalyn growing concerned, asking, “What’s wrong?” But he wasn’t certain. His vision had become impaired. She had become a blur. Then he lost consciousness.
© 2017 by Bentley Wells