02-24-2015, 02:27 PM
His teeth flashed white as he gave her a wide smile. His hair was wet with droplets on his neck and the collar of his shirt saying he had just gotten out of the shower. He smelled clean and faintly of lavender. "Thank you Aurora. Please, come in,"
he said gesturing into his wide living room. She had never seen an elevator open up directly into someone's home before.
She smiled up at him, it was almost all she could do to walk past him as he held the elevator door. Aurora noticed more than she wanted him to know through the casually opened collar of his white linen shirt. Her eyes quickly fled from him to the apartment behind him. She knew the color in her cheeks were brighter but not from the cold outside. It was almost too warm now.
Aurora took in the elegant surroundings. Nothing Diego did was half way. The grand piano in the corner was a stark contrast to everything else in the room. The dark color brought it to full attention. She turned to smile at him. "My you do play a variety of instruments."
Aurora wondered what else he played. She almost wanted to hear him play now. But looking at him again made her mouth dry. He was a beautiful man.
Everything else in the apartment paled in comparison to Diego. She blushed and turned around looking at the kitchen and the living room. Everything in stark white of light greys, with only vague hints of color. There was not a speck of dust seen anywhere, and in this stark whiteness it would be noticeable.
Aurora started to pull off her coat, it was getting too warm in his apartment. And she was sure the temperature was right.
He reached out to help her remove her coat. "Please, let me."
He took it and hung it up before turning back to her. "It's cold out there. Would like something to drink?"
He kept drawing her attention, she smiled and nodded. Aurora tried to speak but her voice got lost at first. She licked her lips and tried again. "Sure. Coffee, if you have any."
She wasn't cold, but coffee made everything better.
He gave her a small smile and lifted an eyebrow. "You said you've had a rough morning. I have coffee....but I think you need something more."
His look was playfully mysterious. He padded on bare feet to his spotless kitchen, the black marble sharply contrasting the whites of the cabinets and walls.
Aurora followed Diego into the kitchen and watched him as he moved through his kitchen. It was an art form. She wondered if that's how she looked in the kitchen when she was on a roll. She doubted it. It smelled wonderful, and she wasn't sure that the vodka was necessary for first thing in the morning, but it fit her day. It would be relaxing, she had forgotten why she was here until that moment. Aria....
In short order, he had a pot brewing. Then, with a flick of an eye toward her he reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Godiva Chocolate infused Vodka. "It's called a Haute and Steamy. I first had one in New York City."
While the coffee brewed and filled the room with its aroma, he poured a single shot of the vodka into a snifter. Then he took the hot coffee and poured in enough to fill half of the glass and then swirled it. Finally, he added a dollop of whip cream and a light caramel drizzle over the top. He handed the hot drink to her. "Try it."
His look was insistent.
She took the cup from Diego with a smile and sipped at it. The bitter taste and the bite from the vodka worked well together in retrospect. She grinned up from the cup and looked up at him. "Heaven."
And she wasn't really exaggerating anything. The drink was wonderfully warm and hit every sense. He was extraordinary. She was in heaven almost literally.
he said gesturing into his wide living room. She had never seen an elevator open up directly into someone's home before.
She smiled up at him, it was almost all she could do to walk past him as he held the elevator door. Aurora noticed more than she wanted him to know through the casually opened collar of his white linen shirt. Her eyes quickly fled from him to the apartment behind him. She knew the color in her cheeks were brighter but not from the cold outside. It was almost too warm now.
Aurora took in the elegant surroundings. Nothing Diego did was half way. The grand piano in the corner was a stark contrast to everything else in the room. The dark color brought it to full attention. She turned to smile at him. "My you do play a variety of instruments."
Aurora wondered what else he played. She almost wanted to hear him play now. But looking at him again made her mouth dry. He was a beautiful man.
Everything else in the apartment paled in comparison to Diego. She blushed and turned around looking at the kitchen and the living room. Everything in stark white of light greys, with only vague hints of color. There was not a speck of dust seen anywhere, and in this stark whiteness it would be noticeable.
Aurora started to pull off her coat, it was getting too warm in his apartment. And she was sure the temperature was right.
He reached out to help her remove her coat. "Please, let me."
He took it and hung it up before turning back to her. "It's cold out there. Would like something to drink?"
He kept drawing her attention, she smiled and nodded. Aurora tried to speak but her voice got lost at first. She licked her lips and tried again. "Sure. Coffee, if you have any."
She wasn't cold, but coffee made everything better.
He gave her a small smile and lifted an eyebrow. "You said you've had a rough morning. I have coffee....but I think you need something more."
His look was playfully mysterious. He padded on bare feet to his spotless kitchen, the black marble sharply contrasting the whites of the cabinets and walls.
Aurora followed Diego into the kitchen and watched him as he moved through his kitchen. It was an art form. She wondered if that's how she looked in the kitchen when she was on a roll. She doubted it. It smelled wonderful, and she wasn't sure that the vodka was necessary for first thing in the morning, but it fit her day. It would be relaxing, she had forgotten why she was here until that moment. Aria....
In short order, he had a pot brewing. Then, with a flick of an eye toward her he reached into a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Godiva Chocolate infused Vodka. "It's called a Haute and Steamy. I first had one in New York City."
While the coffee brewed and filled the room with its aroma, he poured a single shot of the vodka into a snifter. Then he took the hot coffee and poured in enough to fill half of the glass and then swirled it. Finally, he added a dollop of whip cream and a light caramel drizzle over the top. He handed the hot drink to her. "Try it."
His look was insistent.
She took the cup from Diego with a smile and sipped at it. The bitter taste and the bite from the vodka worked well together in retrospect. She grinned up from the cup and looked up at him. "Heaven."
And she wasn't really exaggerating anything. The drink was wonderfully warm and hit every sense. He was extraordinary. She was in heaven almost literally.