My stride guided me to the man’s desk,
And I studied him sitting there behind it.
I felt my brows twitch a moment.
A soft scent of roses surrounded him.
There was only a hint,
Only a suggestion that perhaps,
That scent was there.
I studied him in silence.
“I didn’t think you’d show,”
He remarked with his usual confident drawl.
My mind barely registered,
His words as my eyes met his outfit.
His clothes were soft to touch,
Though touch them I could not.
I watched as his hand,
Picked up his white teacup.
As soon as it touched his lips,
His gaze met mine again;
A devil in a gentleman’s guise,
Sipping tea whose scent mingled about him,
Mixing with the roses whilst he smirked,
Sinisterly in my direction.
My lips parted to respond,
Finally,
But I couldn’t muster a single word;
He had me speechless,
Like he’d done to so many others.