Dexter POV
Large dark eyes stared at me through the glass, untrusting and unsure. With her window cracked, I could smell the wine, and the subtle scent of a sensual perfume wafted from the interior. Seeing her eyes that were an odd shade reflecting hints of gold. What made them appear so attractive was that they were set in a brown face with hues ranging from sienna to alizarin.
For once, I found a girl that wasn't like any other, maybe because I could see her so clearly. And unknowingly, she was helpful to me in the most significant way. Usually, when I deal with females, it is only to fulfill one need, and that's sexual. When I go to places like the 'Niche,' I know they are seeking out the same thing I'm seeking. One night to quench that aching need that only is calmed by a night of intimacy. Before tonight I was in shadowy darkness, with every female appearing the same. I am usually the visual, the beautiful peacock in a room, and they all flock around me.
My looks, fame, expensive clothes, and unique style have served as a magnet to girls. Almost from the moment a female would see me. I was confident I would achieve my goal for the night. But tonight, stranded on this dark road with this female who seems to have special powers over my vision, this is unlike anything I've ever encountered. Instead of her being drawn to me, she is frightened to death that I will bring her harm.
How do I counteract her fear of me?
There's got to be some way to get her to see she needs me and should trust me. A slight frustration penetrated my soul, building within me while I rubbed my temples, trying to relieve the tension, slowly closing my eyes and exhaling. My efforts to keep a safe distance and respect her weren't working. I can't go off of stored information about other girls I've dealt with in the past. That would be null and void. She is different in every way.
The young lady's fear of me has overpowered her perilous plight. I must get her to focus on how dangerous this situation is for a female to be stranded on a cold dark lonely road. Standing here, I had to think fast on my feet; this situation was to my advantage, and I always got what I wanted. I've never been one to walk away from a challenge. Being deprived of one of my senses all my life, I couldn't waste time feeling sorry for myself and giving up. My parents did enough of that for me. Brilliance finally revealed itself; I'll have to let her experience what she has gotten herself into out here in the cold night. I softly knocked on the driver's door.
Taesha stared at him through the closed window; he gestured for her to lower the window, and she complied.
"Okay, Miss, to show you I mean no harm, and you can trust me. I'll go back to my car and wait a few minutes until your friends arrive to pick you up. Being a gentleman, I wouldn't feel right leaving you out here this way. Or if another vehicle comes down this road and they are willing to help you, then I will leave. Does that sound like a fair deal?"
"Yeah, you do that." The girl said, rolling up her window and double locking her door.
Boy, I thought her response would be more grateful. She's for sure freaked out. When I returned to my car, my eyesight immediately turned ash-gray again. My vision had plummeted back into shadowy darkness. I had to turn and look at her, and my vision returned to fantastic colors! I saw her face as she sat in her vehicle.
"Wow! What about her makes my eyesight see her clearly and in color!" I knew I didn't want another car to show up, and yeah, I knew it was wrong to feel that way. But I needed more time with this young lady. Finally, I got to figure out what it was about her that made my eyes function correctly. Whatever is happening tonight has never happened to me before in my entire life!
When I got in my car, I could see her face even at a distance. It was remarkable! The girl was quite pleasing to look upon, even though I could see she was distressed. That was to my advantage. So, I studied her afar, and I could tell she had no heat in her car. She kept vigorously rubbing her hands together as she blew heat on them from her mouth.
So far, everything is going in my favor. Looking at her, I began to appreciate a woman's beauty for the first time in my life. Before her, every woman looked the same. It didn't matter if they were the most gorgeous or sexiest woman in the world. They looked the same to me. She's the first woman I have ever seen this way. I couldn't tell you the color of my mother's hair, eyes, or skin, and she is the woman who gave birth to me! I sat in my car, letting my eyes admire the most obvious things about her. This woman ignited other senses that I didn't know were connected in this way. The texture and color of her face were a beautiful warm brown, and her skin was so smooth.
My gaze canvases over her face taking in her pert nose, high cheekbones, and full soft rosy lips. Her curling mass of heavy black hair fell around the nape of her slender swanlike neck. I watched her almond-shaped whiskey-colored eyes shift and saw her look my way a few times. But then, I quickly let my gaze dart in another direction. I didn't want to make her feel any more uneasy than she felt already. But when she wasn't looking at me, I couldn't help but watch her.
She bit down on her full bottom lip, which let me know she was deep in thought. She tilted her delicate chin upward as she looked at the falling snow. She was now cold and worried. The time she'd spent in the car waiting for friends that couldn't be reached and for someone else's assistance had traumatized her. I could tell she had begun to imagine the worst things happening to her. Each time she looked in my direction. I lowered my head, offering her no comfort that I was looking out for her when indeed, I had been.
A slight smile curved the corners of my mouth. "Three more minutes," I whispered as if she could hear me. I knew she was more anxious when I saw her black curls fall over her forehead when she let her head drop down on the steering wheel.
"Father, time, please be on my side." Why did ten minutes feel like forever? Yet I tell my heart to be content that I can look upon her beauty. I wanted to know how she was connected to my sight. After all these years, have I finally found the cure for my vision? Did she do something to me? But how? We never got close enough for her to have done something to me. So if that isn't the case, then what is it? Does it mean I would have to always remain by her side? If so, then I must not let her leave me.
I shook my head. What was I saying? This woman is a stranger, and I know nothing about her, whether she had a husband and family worried sick waiting on her to come home while she's stranded out here. But right now, honestly, I didn't care, and the way I was thinking was dangerous. I shouldn't be feeling this way. I looked around to see the road. It was dark as ever. No cars were coming, and I had only 58 seconds left. I can't tell my secret to a stranger, especially since I don't know what's going on between us and why this is happening. Sharing my secret with anyone would be detrimental to my family and career.
If it were a coincidence that I met and saw her and we had to go our separate way, I would have to accept that.
If somehow the stars and moon aligned themselves or if it's an act of mother nature, intervene somehow. Then, if we ended up together, I would know this was not just a coincidence; we were meant to meet. Well, my ti e was up!
I opened my car door, pulling the collar of my coat closer around my neck as the snow fell more consistently. I strolled up to her car, and the closer I got, her beauty became even more apparent, making my heart race faster. I can see her scoping me out but cautiously. So I proceed calmly up to the side of her car.
Taesha's Perspective.I watched him cautiously as he got out of his car and began walking toward me. "Lord, here we go." I was cold from being in the car for so long, and the smell of the hibiscus wine had started to soak into my clothes and skin pores. Then, finally, I was ready to get out of my car and go to where it was warm and didn't smell like wine. Unfortunately, it was the stranger's car that offered all of what I needed.Wiggling my toes became impossible. I worried that I might be experiencing the early stages of hypothermia. If only he had removed his gloves or wasn't wearing them. That way, I could have seen if he had a ring on his finger. A wedding ban on his finger would lessen my fear of him if he had a family. But there was no way to see a wedding ring on his finger. Looking down at the dark, barren road ahead, I knew no one was coming to pick me up. It was only wishful thinking. Cam would have no idea how to find me with all the road closings. It feels like I've been
Taesha's POVThe ride was quiet. Even the music he listens to sounds strange as it plays in the background. Whoever the artist was, they were singing in a foreign tongue. I kept silent. I had zero interest in him or his music. I busied myself, trying desperately to get my phone to power up. So I could call my friend Cameron and let her know what has happened to me. But don't think I wasn't keeping my eyes discreetly on the stranger with the peculiar eyes for a minute. 'Oooh! It can't be happening this way! My head drops in despair. Thinking about leaving my brand-new wrecked car behind was heartbreaking. I've been driving since I was sixteen years old and have never gotten into a wreck until now! I spent a lifetime avoiding dangerous situations like the one I'm in tonight! I glance down, and I'm barefoot like a fool! I don't have any shoes on my feet! Is that why he made me take my shoes off so I couldn't run away? If that is the case, he is sadly mistaken because if he attempts to
His Perspective.I have never been in the company of a female who is unphased by my presence. Almost all females are usually intrigued by my appearance or dress style. I'm so used to hearing. "Ah, Dexter baby, I love how you talk and sing, and your music is awesome." I've even had some girls tell me I smell and look good enough to eat. And my scent was irresistible. So I'm perplexed by this girl's lack of interest in me. Her reaction, or lack thereof, is something I've never had happened to me before. I sighed and tightened my grip on the steering wheel to keep frustration from building or making it obvious. I glanced over at her, confounded by the lack of attention toward me. Being in the entertainment industry, I've been in the company of pleather of women most of my life, though not every kind of female. Despite that, I thought I was pretty knowledgeable of girls, regardless of race, creed, and color. But I'm sitting here so perplexed. Why isn't this easier? "What kind of fema
It took Taesha a minute for her to register what he had said. "We?" "Oh, there is no "we" and no us. So soon as Dexter gets back in here, I need to set him straight. So there won't be any confusion." The minute Dexter gets back into the car, Taesha tells him. "I hope you don't think I need you to stay out here with me. I'll be fine. You can go home." "I can go home? I can't head home this time of night. Have you forgotten already about all the road closures? The road that leads to my home is closed. That's how I ended up meeting you. I'm in a predicament like you. Sorry, it looks like we are in this together. You can't go where you were trying to go, and neither can I. The snow is falling too heavy to be on the road trying to make a long-distance trip. It wouldn't be safe or wise for me or anyone to drive out." Taesha sighs. "So, what hotels did the mechanic suggest?" He mentions that a woman named Ms. Henry rents out cabins to overnight travelers about a mile up the mountain.
Dexter had gone completely still as his fingers felt a sizzle from touching her neck. He stared directly at her, liking what he saw. We both stared at one another for a long heated moment with many questions whirling around in our minds. At least I knew I had questions that I positively wanted and needed answers to.Ms. Henry's blue eyes peers at them with a hint of a smile as she clears her throat, watching the powerful attraction right before her eyes between these two. Taesha rolled her eyes at Dexter, giving her attention to Ms. Henry's obvious hint that she was still in the room. "So, was there really an accident?" Ms. Henry asked, looking at the two of them. But before Taesha could respond, she heard him say. Dexter had gone completely still as his fingers felt a sizzle from touching her neck. He stared directly at her, liking what he saw. We both stared at one another for a long heated moment with many questions. "Yes! When I found her on the side of the road, she had hit a
"Good night Ms. Henry and thanks for everything."They both said, waving as they hurried back to the cabin. The snow outside was falling heavier. But once inside, they were now alone under the same roof. Even though Taesha felt exhausted, her nerves wouldn't let her relax. The uneasiness of being alone with a man; on top of that, he was a stranger kept going through her mind. "Is this counted as a one-night stand?' Taesha begins to reflect on her many conversations with her best friend, Cameron. Taesha remembers telling her how she could never have a one-night stand. Well, this is the closes she'll ever come to having one.She watched Dexter remove his long black coat from his slender frame, hanging it on the coat rack. Taesha asks herself, 'what are you doing?' It wasn't the first time she's had to check herself when it came to him tonight. Taesha feels the need to fill the awkward silence. Taesha walked around the cabin, exploring and talking out loud. "It feels so good in here," sh
The following day Dexter begins to stir, feeling uncomfortable. He sits up but with his eyes still closed. He rubs his neck, which had become stiff from lying on the couch. When his eyes finally opened, he got the shock of his life. The shadowy darkness had returned. Everywhere he looked in the cabin was ash-gray. He stood rubbing his eyes, blinking, and then reopening them. But the shadowy darkness remained the same. Finally, he rushed over to the bathroom to look in the mirror. He splashed water on his face several times, rubbing it into his eyes as if to wash the ash gray away! Everything was still that awful ash-gray color! "Why?" Never before has his lack of vision ever bothered him. But for the first time, it bothered him greatly! Dexter had never hated his eye condition in all these twenty-eight years until now. The heat of anger rushed to his head, and immediately, water welled in his eyes; looking in the mirror, he couldn't stop the waterfall of tears from streaming from t
Taesha was quiet. She didn't say anything as she continued to look up at him. Taesha's longingly startled eyes had Dexter thinking about how she must taste like sweet melted chocolate. Lust pounded through him now that he could see her face. He took a good long look at the gorgeous mouth, desiring to taste her lips' sweetness. Dexter lowered his head, and his mouth landed on her soft pink lips. The impact was nothing short of incendiary—the kiss for him, unlike anything he had ever experienced. A moan came from her throat as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Dexter pulled her closer, not caring that she'd feel his instant arousal. Her breasts flattened against his chest as her mouth opened more to his heated tongue. Oh my God. This was the hottest kiss he'd ever experienced, and Dexter has experienced his share of hot kisses. Dexter found himself sinking into her sweetness as Taesha began to withdraw. "Wait, I'm so confused," she said, her voice hoarse and sexy. "Confused abou