WANT

Chapter Three

We were two weeks into our stay in New Orleans and this restlessness that was churning within me had still not abated.

Even Papa noticed my listless and became concerned.

He chalked it up to me been away from Mama and missing the activities at home,how else could he explain it?

And how else could I placate him other than agreeing with his reasoning knowing that that was the furthest thing from the truth?

How could I tell him he had gotten it wrong?

How could I tell him that I felt an imprisonment of my body and soul?

How could I tell him I that I felt weighed down and not so by the thousand layers of clothes that I had to put on each day to look ladylike but by something that even I couldn't describe?

How could I tell him that this feeling of restlessness was surging through every fibre of my being causing an uproar of emotions and sensations?

How could I tell him that those purplish rings around my eyes were the only outwardly signs that showed of my search for the missing piece that kept me imprisoned in this body?

How could I tell him night after night I stood by my windows beneath the moon lit sky looking out into the dark night searching for something unbeknown to me?

How could I tell him that this want in me had taken a rampant life of its own?

How could I tell him that the honey suckled nectar between my legs was flowing through my body like molten hot lava?

How could I tell him I hungered for something that left like it was just out of my reach?

How could I tell him that the calling of the bayou was my only solace?

She consoled me in the darkness of the night. She held me, sheathing in her blanket of darkness. Holding me close to her.

I wanted to be out there, free.

How could I explain all this to him when it made no logical sense to me?

How could he understand what was going on and how I felt when I could not understand it?

So Papa decided maybe cutting our trip short was for the best as he was worried about me.

So preparation were made and on our last night of our stay we were cordially invited to a dinner party at

Baron Von Helsing's home. He was an old bosom buddy of Papa's that was an equally avid political instepper.

The dinner was a monotonous affair just like all the others that we attended during our stay.

The ladies who were in attendance either just made small talk about the lastest fashion or gossiped and giggled about the men that were there behind veiled glances.

While the women embroiled themselves in mindless, mundane chit chat the men were engrossed in boisterous conversations about women(covertly), politics and other worldly affairs that held no interest to me, not that I was allowed by society to be part of their conversations and have an opinion on any subject been robustly discussed.

The whole evening seem to be so surreal. I felt as if I was a spectator looking on.

During the course of the evening I was lulled to the large windows that were thrown open.

The air was so cold and refreshing.

As I stood by those windows looking out into the night I felt an inexplicable feeling of something that was about to happen.

Excitement coursed through my veins.

My blood ran hot.

My eyes glistened.

My body quaked.

My temperature rose.

My face was flushed with the rosy essence of desire.

"What is this?" I thought to myself trying to shake this overwhelming sensation that tingled everywhere.

And it was at that moment that everything in me told me to turn around.

I did.

Only to look straight into the most incredibly deep blue eyes of a beautiful Greek God of a man.

I was in awe as I looked up at this fine specimen of a man.

He was tall with jet black hair that robbed the night sky of it's color.

A beautiful pale porcelain face that held those piercing blue eyes that seem to look straight through me, undressing me , leaving me naked and vulnerable under his scrutiny.

His eyes hold no humor as they bore down on me holding me spell bound in his gaze.

There's an intensity to his gaze that scorches my soul,branding me.

My breathe catches in my throat.

He was handsomely built with long arms and legs and broad shoulders.

His dinner jacket hid his hard, masculine sculptured torso.

I salivated at the mouth wondering at that moment how it would feel to slip my hand inside that jacket and feel the ripples of sinew muscle at my finger tips, to hear the hum of his beating heart.

He winks at me as if he knows what I was thinking about.

I felt like a shrunken violet standing there under his toppling presence yet I could not break the spell gaze that I was under.

"Ah! I see you have met my daughter Jessie, Earl Greystyne" and I look over to see papa by my side.

"Yes she's a beauty" he replies keeping his gaze firmly on mine,not breaking eye contact as he spoke to Papa.

"Jessie, Darling this is Earl Alexandrian Fritz Greystyne, the newest member of our Senate here."

I curtsy as the Earl lifts my hand to his lips.

The touch of his lips is shockingly cold but it ignites a fire in my nether regions that curls and unfurls sending tiny ripples of pulsating wonderment to parts of me that lay dormant through the passages of time.

"Would you mind if I had a dance would your daughter, Senator?"

" By all means, No I don't mind",and papa gives him a polite condensing smile .

He leads me to the opened dance floor space and places my one gloved hand in his and the other on his shoulder.

I notice from the corner of my eye Papa standing on one side of the room watching us with a disapproving look. I chuckle to myself.

The Earl and I dance in silence. There's no need for words.

We sway together as if we are one as if each of our bodies are moulded to the contours of the others.

I feel an strange, irresistible connection to him.

I'm drawn to this enigmatic man.

It's a moment too long that I'm in the Earl's arms as the dance ends.

I blush as I look at him coquettishly.

It's not a moment too soon before papa is by my side and the magical spell is broken.

Papa frowns at me as I feign innocence from all the deliriously delectable images that fluttered through my mind in the arms of the Earl.

"Senator, your daughter has the grace of a beautiful swan."

"Thank You Earl Greystyne, she is a fine young woman",and papa puts his arm around me.

"Indeed she is" he politely replies trying to engage Papa in conversation all the while holding my attention.

"Ah I see the Baron is beckoning us", Papa says hurriedly.

"May I accompany you and your daughter to the the Baron. I see he's on the other side of the room and then I'll be on my way?"

"Indeed you may" and we walk in tow towards the Baron.

After some pleasantries exchanged the Earl bids us all a splendid evening further as he is about to take our leave.

But as he his about to leave he gently brushes his lips against the side of my cheek.

And he whispers "I have been waiting for you."