She threw her arms around my neck, and the sweet aroma of jasmine and vanilla mingled with the powerful presence of rose that already punctuated my nostrils and engulfed my senses. Where had she come from? Why had she appeared, gracing the busy reception area with her exotic beauty? Her splendor was bloating the eyes of the waiting area’s male occupants, who were in varying degrees of sickness and old age, they sat lustfully in the comfortable mauve armchairs.
The air-conditioning beat down upon us from the high-rise ceiling above. Her slender arms felt cool and smooth against the warm flesh on the back of my neck, making the hairs on my head stand to attention, which sent a cold, hard shiver down my spine. Not usually one for exuberant displays of affection in public, I quickly regained my composure and disengaged from our affectionate embrace. My eyes flicked momentarily to the women in their regulation uniforms who were poised with curiosity between the coral stone walls that ran the interior of the clinic and the tall black marble reception desk to my left.
“It’s good to see you!” I began as I looked at her to join me in my façade of overacted, over volatized public greeting that made her smile.
“Come upstairs to my office. It’s good to see you, girl,” I repeated in continually increasing decibels. I had not seen this woman in far too long.
She followed me up the marble staircase, which stood opposite the reception desk. All eyes from the downstairs reception area were fixated on this golden-headed vixen until we turned the bend in the stairs beyond their sight. I could feel the weight of her hand trailing up the frosted steel handrail behind mine. The mere thought that she was in my presence excited me. The excitement was too overwhelming for me to muster the courage to turn around before reaching my office for fear I would be entranced and rendered motionless and speechless; her beauty was a work of fiction.