The Intrigue By Marna Carter
Tim saw her from across the room. The lovely, young lady dressed in a sleek red dress had sucked the air out of him. He admired how her curly brown hair bounced down from the crown of her head to her back. He wanted to stare a little longer, but men had cowered around her like dogs in heat. Tim loved and hated the attention she drew. He wanted to get another glance at her.
“Timothy, ” Melanie interrupted his thoughts. “You aren’t social tonight.”
“I have greeted everyone in this room,” he said with a smirk on his face.
“Well, not everyone. Paul is over there, and you haven’t spoken to him.”
Tim whisked Melanie around the crowded room. People stopped them to greet and make small talk. Tim was a warm man who would hug a fly if he could. He made everyone feel at home.
His eyes saw the people, but his mind drifted back to the lady in the red dress. She had a gravitational pull on him. Tim tried not to look back as they headed to the back of the ballroom.
They finally reached Paul.
“Paul, my dear friend,” Tim hugged him. “You finally made it.”
“Of course, I made it. I wouldn’t miss it.”
Paul’s eyes canvassed Melanie’s strapless black dress from top to bottom.
“Hi, Melanie. Looking beautiful as always,” Paul said. Timothy nodded with a smile.
“Well, thank you,” Melanie said with a warm smile. Paul gave Melanie a welcoming hug.
“Let me introduce Melanie to Sandra,” Paul said.
Tim watched Paul pushed through the crowd.
There she was in her dress surrounded by men in black tuxedos. Paul quickly excused the lady in red from the gawkers, grabbed her hand, and escorted her through the crowd.
As they approached, Tim tried to look around the room. He didn’t want any indication that his eyes kept wanting to watch her every move. He already noticed how her hips swayed back and forth effortlessly when she walked. Most women try hard to be sexy. But this woman had mastered it.
“Sandra, baby,” Paul smiled at her. “I want you to meet Melanie, Tim’s lovely wife.”
Sandra’s red lips curled up in a crescent smile. Up close, he could see how the red dress fit her petite frame like a glove.
“Hello,” Sandra said and gingerly hugged Melanie.
Tim peered at Sandra, and it felt like the world had stopped.
“And my best friend Tim,” Paul said proudly.
Instead of hugging her, he shook her hand. He could not give away any notion that he had already met her before.