THIEF OF HEARTS.
He opened the door to his apartment and led her inside, out of the late evening chill and into the inviting warmth. Glad to be out of the cold, Amber took off her jacket and hung it on a rack by the door. She took a few steps into the foyer and looked around at her surroundings.
“Well, what do you think?”
Paul was standing by the now closed door, looking even more perfect than he had all evening. The suit he wore was perfectly tailored; it fit snugly around his muscular body, emphasizing the size of his chest and arms. He looked, quite frankly, like a model. But what captivated Amber the most were his eyes; green, soulful, and deep. Paul’s eyes were mysterious. They hinted at more to the man than met the untrained eye. It only added to his allure.
“I think it’s great,” said Amber.
Paul took a few steps toward her, never taking his eyes off hers. “Eh, it’s alright. I manage,” he said in good humor. In reality the place was near magnificent. Amber managed a small laugh.
He was so close…she could smell his cologne, and beyond that another smell, a manlier odor, one Amber took to be Paul’s own smell. Amber found herself breathing in deep. She loved it. She found herself beginning to imagine what his full lips would taste like, how it would feel to have his strong arms wrapping around her…
Paul said, “Dinner?”
For a second, Amber’s brain, lost in fantasy-land, couldn’t comprehend. “What?” she asked stupidly.
“I asked if you would like some dinner,” Paul repeated, slowly pronouncing every word. He gestured with his arm.
Amber looked to the dining area, where a beautiful meal for two had been set out under the hypnotizing glow of two thick scented candles. A bottle of champagne stood on the table.
Amber turned to look into his deep green eyes.
“Dinner would be lovely.”
Dinner consisted of lobster and olive bread with salad, all washed down with champagne. It was really good, Amber had to admit. She turned her gaze to the man sitting across from her. Amber was glad she had finally started dating again. Paul was perfect in every way. He was staring back at her. Then he smiled a slow, sensuous smile. Amber blushed. She hoped he didn’t see, that the glow of the candles camouflaged her sudden shade of red.
Paul cleared his throat and said, “Perhaps I should clear the dishes.” He rose.
Amber followed suit. “I’ll help you.”
Together they carried the dishes into the kitchen. The kitchen, like everything she had seen in the house so far, seemed very tastefully furnished to Amber. Simple, yet elegant, the kitchen lacked any kind of clutter. It was a typical single guy’s kitchen; it was obvious that Paul didn’t have any woman in his life yet. An image of herself and Paul standing before an altar flashed uninvited into Amber’s mind. She shook her head vigorously. For God’s sake, it was only a second date. But again and again she found herself imagining – hoping – that it would work out between them. Paul was perfect in every way.
Paul had already finished the dishes he was washing. Damn. Amber had wasted time daydreaming. She turned away from him and furiously started washing the knife she had in hand. Paul walked over and stood directly behind her. “Need any help?” he offered.
“No, I’m good,” replied Amber tightly. God he was so close…she could smell him so strongly…
Paul laughed. “What kind of host am I, even? Making you do dishes your first time here and all.”
“No, really, I’m good. I don’t mind.”
He lifted a hand and brushed it through her hair, revealing bare neck. Paul leaned close and whispered, “You sure?”
Amber began to say, “Yes, of course I’m sure…” but then Paul leaned in closer and kissed her on the side of her neck.
Amber lost her train of thought. The knife in her hand fell onto the counter. Paul kissed her neck again, then turned her so she was facing him. He smiled his slow smile again and then kissed her full on the mouth.
Amber sighed into his mouth. It felt so good. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back with passion. He cupped her face in his hands. And all thoughts of the outside world faded to Amber, and there was nothing but this man, and her desire for him. She stepped closer and began to grind her hips into his groin.
Paul groaned. His stiff member pushed against her leg. He pulled away from kissing her and looked deep into Amber’s eyes, and then down at her breasts. Amber stood on tiptoes and began to rock up and down on the balls of her feet. To an observer it might not make much sense, but Amber was really rubbing her breasts against Paul’s chest. She felt him take a deep breath, and then his control snapped.
Paul scooped her in his arms and carried her out of the kitchen. Up the stairs they went, and finally to the bedroom. It was a spacious place, with paintings on the walls and a big bed almost smack in the middle of it.
Paul dropped her gracefully on the bed.
Amber arched her back off the bed and met Paul’s hungry lips. At the same time, his hands were moving all over her. Amber’s evening dress came off, revealing her in only her underwear. Paul kissed her face and neck, then slowly moved his head over her mound and kissed her through her panties. Amber cried out. Paul straightened up and took off his shirt, revealing a broad chest and thick, corded muscles. Amber sighed with anticipation.
And then Paul did a weird thing. He stopped. Stopped kissing her, stopped touching her, he just stopped.
Amber looked at him with confusion in her eyes. For a moment it seemed as if Paul was battling himself, fighting an inner battle for control, but then it passed, and he seemed normal again.
“Paul? Is something wrong?”
He smiled down at her. “No, love. I just need a moment. Be right back,” he replied. He moved off the bed and into an adjoining room that Amber hadn’t noticed before but now saw to be the bathroom. Paul entered and closed the door.
Amber sighed and then giggled. She knew he was the one. Sighing contentedly, she lay back on the pillow and closed her eyes to await his return.
In the small bathroom adjoining the bedroom, Paul Black was looking at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. His thoughts turned to the beautiful woman in the other room. He thought of the perfect swell of her breasts, of the lovely curve of her ass. Amber was everything he wanted and more. He thought of how he had almost lost control, how he had almost crossed the line and made love to her. He never did that. He had never done that to any of the others. But this one was different, though. Amber was truly special. He sighed.
It was a shame that she had to die…
Amber turned to face Paul as he emerged from the bathroom. He wore a lopsided smile on his face, with an intense, piercing look in his eyes. He paused in the doorway. An uneasiness rose within Amber. There was something different about Paul; something altogether more sinister.
And then Paul moved and Amber could see clearly the knife he held in his hand.
Note: Here ends the first part. You can find the final part, Thief Of Hearts, Part 2, here