Free An Acute Attraction by A.J. Walters

Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat
The subtle spirit. Even while I spoke,
The bare word "kiss" hath made my inner soul
To tremble like a lute string, ere the note
Hath melted in the silence that it broke.”
     
                The poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson is written in such grandiose handwriting and signed by Marc. My heart literally jumps into my throat, which then stings as I fight back tears. The tenderness and sentiment behind the words, forces me to look at my reflection in the wall mirror. Lightly touching my cheek, I close my eyes. What is it he sees that I don’t? If its confidence and belief in myself, well then I do believe it is ever so slowly starting to re-surface above my skin. This is the second time today that Marc has re-ignited my positive outlook of me and life.
     
                Carefully stepping into my wine coloured heeled pumps I am finally ready.  Taking a deep breath I smooth down my tape work black and ruby dress, check my make-up and straightened hair one last time. Here goes nothing, no turning back now Chambers! Hearing the dull knock on the door I pick up my matching clutch bag and stilt walk to open the door. Oh my heavenly dinner suit Gods!! You really don’t want to know the curse words going through my head right now, the air would turn blue. The fact I am singing them in Soprano as well, it would be enough to set off a pack of wolves! Leaning casually against the door frame with one hand in his trouser pocket is Mr Marc Sanders. My eyes involuntary travel up the fine specimen in front of me. His well styled facial hair emphisises his high defined cheek bones. Marc holds out his other hand in invitation for me, softly kisses the top of my palm, looking me up and down.
     

           “Well check you out Miss Chambers, you look sensational. I have to agree with your choice of clothing and shoes this evening.”  Marc leans forward to whisper in my ear, “Red is my favourite colour.” He is beaming as he says this, yes beaming.
     
                  Oh my freaking gawd, I’m going to turn all Stacey Soloman I know I am. Youtube her, she’s a shrill Essex girl that somehow made it big on TV in the UK!! Giving myself a mental talking to, I manage to actually say something at least half articulate.
     
                  “I am glad you approve Mr Sanders and now I know that piece of information about you, I may use it more in the future. And may I say, you don’t look too bad yourself Sir. However, I reckon I will have to act as bodyguard to you tonight, protect you from the hoards of women that will be there this evening. So I may have to throw myself at you at some point during the night, for your own safety and wellbeing of course.”
     
                   I attempt desperately to keep my face straight, but can’t for long as I start to get face ache! I wink at him and he throws an arm across the back of my shoulders leading me down the corridor. I wrap my arm around his waist and it takes all of my effort not to place my hand on his solid buttock.
     
                  “You can throw yourself at me anytime Miss Chambers.” Oh bother it; I give his bum a squeeze.
     
     
     
                    I had not given it much thought as to how we were going to get to the venue, but I expect that Marc would like a drink so won’t be driving us there. I am about to ask him when I see a car turn on to the car park and pull up in front of us. Holy cow! The chauffeur walks to our side of the vehicle and holds open the door to the Bentley GT.
     
                  “Did you arrange this?” I ask him in astonishment
     
                  “I would like to say yes, but no. The University organised for us to be taken there and in some style by the looks of it, they have wonderful taste I must say,” he says with a ‘boys and his toys’ kind of grin on his face, I am