I wasn’t always like this.
Like what, you might wonder?
Well. I was the same physically. The girl with the red hair, the light-eyed girl; the girl next door. I was easy on the eyes they said. Some even said I was beautiful. But what apparently set me apart was my personality. I could make any man, woman or child gravitate towards me in a matter of minutes. That was my power. I had a way with words.
That’s what attracted Jason to me I guess. The first time we met at a common friend’s party, he barely gave me a glance. He was tall, handsome and dangerous. He made my heart beat in a queer, erratic way. So I knew that I had to be careful. That I should stay away.
But alas! I guess even he could not resist me. There I was…sitting with a group of friends, narrating a story when I felt his gaze on me. It sent a chill down my spine, right to my toes and I shivered. I resisted and averted my eyes.
As if he could read my thoughts he walked towards all of us, smoothly and surely; like a panther approaches its prey. He didn’t say anything. I quickly changed the subject and tried to excuse myself from the group. But he was faster than me. In an instant, he was by my side, with two glasses of champagne in his hands.
” Can I offer you a free drink?” He held up both of his hands and grinned. He was so cute. I couldn’t help it. I reached out for his left hand and the rest was history.
(To be continued)