Rose Robinson

Mouth large agape, eyes bulking out of their sockets, dribble in the corner of my mouth, while my body’s temperature already shoot through the roof, a few seconds ago.

OMG!! Who the hell ordered this piece of fine af man?? Tall, built, broad shoulders, dark wavy hair, deep green eyes, square jaw, full lips and high nose… oh, oh… and strong as hell arms and those pecks... for god’s sake… Oh! I did!!.

Definitely realising that I am completely lost in his beauty, he pulls his lips into one of those trademark cocky grins, revealing his perfectly white dentition and my heart literally skips a beat. If I didn’t die just yet, this last move rendered me breathless.

“I am James Thompson” He introduces himself, trying to cut down on the awkwardness, while offering his strong hand over for a polite shake. I shift my gaze from his gorgeous face to his hand and the only think I want to do, is bloody touch it and… lick it? Why on Earth did licking crossed my mind just now? I finally stand up after a billion years of haziness and lay seductively my hand into his. When our skins touched, I could honestly hear fireworks bursting into this very room we’re standing. He gently squeezes my hand, in spite of my overly heated body and waits for me to say something.

“Nice to meet you!” I finally say and as soon as the words leave my mouth, I realise I have made a colossal mistake. I think I have just admitted that I am… shoot! What was the name he said just now? Bloody hell… I suddenly feel I am not worthy of my Honours M.D Harvard degree, that I have hanged on the cleanest wall of my lab. Oh well, here goes nothing.

I motion for him to take the seat opposite mine, while I am trying to pull myself together and make a cohesive sentence for once. I assume that he must be the ‘client’ the hoo… the girl from earlier was going to meet and shamelessly, I am now pretending to be her. I think I have just shedded all my morales and education, in just 5 minutes and entered a vast mine field, but hey… when was the last time I did something crazy?… obviously never, unless you call the ‘lunch’ from earlier crazy.

“How should I address you?’ He asks. “Rose, or Miss Robinson?” Rose Robinson?! What’s wrong with me and these stupid names. If I was to have a fake, name why couldn’t it be something much cooler like ‘Amy Sanders’ or ‘Scarlet Johansson’. Fudge! But Rose Robinson is a tad better than Bonnie Silvers.

“Rose it’s fine!” I say. “… and I hope you don’t mind me calling you James!”

“James is fine too!” He says while looking down at the menu. “I have placed an order…” I say “… I didn’t knew what you’d like, so I ordered a bit of everything!” I continue, immediately regretting every word I’ve said, as this foodie does not share. But also, when all those dishes were suddenly going to suddenly appear on the table, I might really look like a hippo and ruin that sass, that I am trying so hard to pull off right now.

“Thank you so much for thinking about my stomach... and my likes…” He says while pulling another one of those killer grins.

“Anytime!” I reply and grab my almost empty glass of wine and take it to my lips. He stares longer than legally allowed at me and suddenly stops the waiter that was just passing by.

“ Can you please bring us, two more glasses of what the lady is having!”

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