C8 The Power of Attraction

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 female is she?" I muttered.

"Did you say something? I heard you, you know. So please don't deny it. But, for your information, I'm a Blasian. That's what kind I am. Do you have a problem with that? Let me know if you do. Because I'll get out of your car right now."

"Oh no, I didn't mean it that way." I repeated out loud her words, 'You're Blasian' had slipped out of my mouth. "Umm, no, I don't have a problem with you. But, please, take your hand off the door handle. It would help if you didn't hurt yourself. Please stay in the car. Look, we are almost to the mechanic shop." I said, pointing to the GPS map, hoping to distract her thoughts of flight.

I noticed she either had a temper or was so scared and ready to leave my company, even if that meant going back into the snow with no shoes on her feet. Or maybe she's still intoxicated. She did have strong alcohol coming from her earlier. I know she must recognize that the snow was falling heavier as the night progressed.

"Oh, good. Lord, I pray this mechanic shop is open." Taesha says out loud.

Even the way she talked was different, piquing my interest oddly. We entered this swanky little town. I drove slowly. We see the city has a signature white steeple church. There's a small red and white fire station and a combination of colorful cafes, flower and plant shops, and galleries. In the middle of everything on this main street was a yellow and brown two-story building with a large sign that said, General country store. It was hard to see much else, but a little further down, I could see a flashing red sign. "Tow trucks 24 hours."

"Do you see it?! Hurry! Go over there." Taesha said excitedly.

"It says 24 hrs. I don't think it will close before we get there." I utter in a calm and collected tone, opposite her newfound energy. She smacked her lips at my remark. I look around at everything realizing how much more enjoyable life can be with color and variety in your life.

I pulled into the parking lot. "Here you go."

We both sit there and glance at one another. Then at the falling snow. Taesha says. "Aren't you going to go inside and get the man to come out here?"

"Huh, no, it's your car and your accident. But, of course, you know what you hit better than I do. Or maybe you don't?" I squint my eyes at her questioningly.

"I know that! But I don't have any shoes on, remember?"

I looked down at her tiny feet on my toasty plush carpet. My synapsis snapped! That's right. Her dirty muddy boots are in the trunk of the car. I make an inward joke. 'They say to keep your woman barefoot and stranded.' So I thought, smiling.

"I'll leave the engine on so you can stay warm. So I can trust you will not drive off, will you?"

"Real funny! I don't need your car. I have a brand new car, thank you very much."

"Okay." I winked at her, and she cutely blushed. Her facial expression made my heart race even faster.

I jogged into the falling snow to quickly get inside the warm building. Taesha sat there trying to fight against smiling. It was nice to have a man to be concerned about her well-being and took care of her the way Dexter had done. She watches the clock. After 5 minutes, she began to wonder what was taking him so long.

Eventually, Taesha saw him exit the building. When she saw him, Taesha felt a smile come over her lips—watching his lengthy frame in all that sexy black. He looked handsome, jogging back to the car as the white snowflakes pelted his bronzed face as he opened the car door.

Oh my goodness, what am I thinking? He is not my type! She reminds herself.

"Whew! It's bad out there."

"Yeah, yeah, what about my new car? Where is the tow truck guy?"

What happened to that cute blushing face? I asked myself.

"I had to explain to the guy where the car was located and that you had an accident. I told him you ran smack dab into a tree or a moose. I don't know…." I paused when my eyes met hers eyes with a scowl on her face.

She smacks her lips." Please, continue..."

"Oh, the guy's name is Jonah. I had to convince Jonah to pick your tiny car up tonight. Because he was going to do it in the morning, I told him that my girlfriend was worried that her tiny car would get buried in this heavy snow. So he agreed to do it for an extra cost to pick it up tonight. He said you could check with him in the morning if the weather permits. His mechanic shop is located across the street but is closed tonight."

"I'm your girlfriend now? Ha! That's funny!"

"It's man talk. I knew you wouldn't understand."

"I certainly don't understand, lying! So where is the mechanic guy's shop?" she asked anxiously, looking out her window.

"It's on my side." I point toward the front door. "That way." She leans close and partially over me as I press my back against my car seat. I couldn't help but inhale the sweet aroma escaping from her hair. It smelled like a bed of fresh flowers.

I could also feel her soft breast graze against my thigh. Immediately I felt hot blood zoom through my veins down to my rod. Our body heat began to rise. She must have realized how close she was to my body. So she quickly leaned away and straightened her body erect back in her seat.

"Thank you," she utters softly. Taesha was enticed by how good this man smelled. It had to be some expensive cologne he was wearing. She looked at him directly, thinking, 'He's handsome and has a unique eye color.

Taesha clears her throat, trying to calm her throbbing heart. "I appreciate your help. I know I've been enough trouble for you. I'll get out when the guy brings his truck around, and I'll ride with him."

I know my confused face was evident. "You'll ride with the Mechanic? Isn't he more of a stranger than me? So why would you want to ride with him? I'll never understand women. Besides, there's another issue."

"What's that?" she asked as her brows lifted above her pretty eyes that expanded.

"It seems we are smack in the middle of a serious snowstorm. I was watching the news while I was in his office. So it looks like we are going to be stuck in this small town at least until tomorrow. Besides, the front of your car is smashed in. Trust me. It isn't drivable in that condition. So he asked me to bring your car keys to him."

She sighs heavily. "Oh, no! I need to get with my friends." Taesha says sadly.

"I would take you to your friends, but that's impossible in this weather. I had plans too that were very important to me." So I say, trying to sound as disappointed and guilt trip her all in the process, and it worked.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about screwing up your night," Taesha says, looking disappointed.

"The bright side is you will be here in the morning to pick up your car," I tell her.

"And it'll get fixed, and I'll be able to drive to my friends." She says, hopeful. "I'll probably be able to call them too."

I sat there listening to her sound ecstatic as I inwardly grinned. "Hey, do you have your keys so I can bring them inside to Jonah?"

"Oh yes. Here you go," Taesha said, getting the car keys out of her purse.

"I'll be back shortly to take you to look for lodging in this small town.

"If you can take me to a nearby hotel not too far, that will be fine," Taesha tells me.

"I'll ask the guy inside where we can find a nice place to sleep for the night."

"Alright. Thanks, Dexter."

"Yeah, now I got her right where I want her," I said, smiling, jogging back to the building.