His Favorite Flavor

“Late, so late, I am going to be so late!” I thought as I hastily put my waist length dark hair in a messy bun and rushed around my closet sized living space to get ready for my morning class at the college.I gave a prayer of thanks I had Maria in my life, my best friend, whose dad was in real estate and had found me a flat so near the college and which I could actually afford.Amazing, how clean clothes just seemed to vanish when you were in a hurry, I thought as I made my way around the room picking up piles of dirty clothes to find something worth wearing.I’d forgotten to do laundry again this weekend and this was the result. Monday morning and nothing to wear that looked remotely clean enough.I finally found something that looked presentable but it wasn’t college wear, it was short and summery. The dress was meant for a sunny day at the beach or a picnic, none of which I had time for in my life. It was also tight which was w

His car was amazingly comfortable but that was obvious, considering it was a top of the line Mercedes. I felt like I was surrounded in the ultimate in luxury from the leather to the seats.I knew from hanging out with Maria so much that the car must have cost more than my entire college tuition combined. Maybe more.His scent had intensified in the car and it was now swimming in my head making me feel strange things. I looked over at him, his face was grim and his hands gripped the steering wheel really tightly. I wondered what was up with that.“Where are you taking me?” I ventured to ask him as I continued to stare at him.“To the hospital,” he replied curtly.“The hos..hospital?” I stammered, “No, please don’t. I’m fine. Can you just take me back to the campus? I have friends there, I can manage everything.”Not only did hospitals scare me but I knew I had no money to afford a vi

The man came back after what seemed ages and holding a first aid box.Was he a doctor? He could have been...but then, was he going to check me out himself?“Are you… a doctor?” I asked him.“No,” he sat down next to me, “but I’ve called one and he’s on his way.”“So what are you doing with that?”He bent down in front of me, which should have been impossible because he was wearing dress pants. But he did and the pants stretched alarmingly across his thighs making me more than ever conscious of him. This was insane because never before had I ever focused on a man like this. I was getting hot under the collar now. I started fidgeting under his scrutiny.“We should clean up your wound so it doesn’t get infected,” He looked at me then for a long minute, the man was making me wish I had worn jeans or something. In my scraped knee and this dress, I was feeling lik

We were so close I could see the flecks in his grey eyes. All I wanted to do was fit my mouth to his, it was more than a compulsion, I felt obsessed by his lips.By the way his thumb felt on my lips, I wondered if he was feeling the same things I was.Was it possible?My body felt out of control, I could even hear a ringing in my head.Wait a sec…He dislodged me a little and started patting his pockets searching for something.Oh, it wasn’t in my brain, it was his phone ringing.Damn I was out of it.I tried to get up off him to give him some space but he stopped me with one hand while he shook his head and picked up the call with one hand.I couldn’t concentrate on his conversation with the person on the other end.I was looking at his arm, the one holding the phone to his ear, one of his cufflinks had come undone leaving his arm with drops of water clinging to it.Without realizing wha

I was speechless with shock, so much that I couldn’t even get my breath back enough to say goodbye to the handsome doctor. Just what in the hell was this man thinking? I couldn’t even comprehend the amount of things that had been wrong in that statement he had uttered to the doctor. First the words themselves.. What did it mean that I was staying here the entire week? How was that in any way, reality or fantasy even possible? His reality, probably my forbidden fantasy but I didn’t want to go into that. I was embarrassed of my own behavior. I didn’t know him, he didn’t know me. We didn’t know each other. And the way he had said it, so casually to the good doctor. As if.. As if.. My imagination led on from there.. As if I lived here regularly, as if being here was a common thing. As if I belonged in this home, as if I belonged in his bed, as if I belonged in his life. As if we were lovers and had been for