Counterpoint by John Day Read Free Book Online

nervously in the garden
when Carla came out and announced, “Time to go!”
    He heard her approach, but did not turn
to face her until she spoke. Never having been to high society do’s
he felt totally out of his depth.
    Although the black tuxedo fitted
perfectly and he looked good in it, he felt embarrassed. The Rolex
she bought for him epitomized the absurd class divide he had to
face. Nice as it was, €10.00 was more than enough for a damn watch,
€3600.00 was obscene!
    He felt like a bought man. Why she
insisted on buying it for him was beyond him, but she seemed so
happy when he chose it that he could not hurt her feelings, by
refusing to accept it.
    As he turned to her, the idea of being
paraded in front of her Glitterati friends, like an overdressed
country bumpkin, and letting her down, was too much. He had to
refuse to go!
    Then he saw her! His mouth was already
open to protest at going, it stayed open until he could utter. “My
God, you’re truly stunning.”
    Her long, straight blond hair was
re-styled in loose curls that framed her perfectly balanced
features. The slightly pert nose, cheeks that tended to dimple and
mischievously sensual mouth, with small, evenly spaced, flawless
white teeth. Her natural, sun kissed, fair skin glowed healthily,
giving it a strength, many blonds lack.
    The blue of her eyes was emphasized by
subtle blue mascara, and complimented with gold jewellery, mounted
with sapphires.
    The low cut, slightly short, simple
black dress had been tailored just for her. The thin fabric covered
her firm, slim body like a second skin and offered no hiding place
for normal bra and panties, yet through skilful dressmaking,
skimmed over areas best left to a man’s imagination. Classy, not
tarty, less was more.
    His eyes moved down from her face to
her breasts, they were sufficient, full and firm, pale blemish free
skin, cradled by the contrasting black fabric.
    A small tattoo on her
left shoulder, hinted at a less respectable past, although in the
scheme of things, this imperfection re-classed her from Barbie Doll to Living perfection .
    Lithe and feminine, proclaimed her
slender waist, beautifully rounded hips and flat stomach. Her ass
was damn cute too! Although athletic, her long slender legs were
not overly curvy or muscular; they stirred a lustful desire in him
to explore them as his gaze drifted lower.
    The dainty pair of black, thin-strapped
sandals with high heels clasped her small feet. The diamante trims
on the sandals twinkling in the garden lights.
    Max’s silence, as he approvingly
appraised her was all she needed to know. She flushed and
positively beamed with delight when he looked deep into her eyes.
Her face was mobile and expressive, her eyes opened, rounded and
softened, as he looked at her.
    “You look pretty damn good as well,”
she murmured holding the gaze.
    “We had better go,” said Max,
forgetting his earlier thoughts, confidence rebuilt to face
anything with her by his side. He knew she would not be with him if
she did not want to be, and to flatter him was not her way.
    The Rolls was silent, and as they
approached, the chauffeur opened the rear doors for them, closing
them firmly but reverently in a gentle, reassuring clunk.
    Max had always wanted to ride in a
Rolls and had supposed his only chance would be in a hearse, on the
way to his own funeral.
    The cream cotton twill upholstery
covered sculptured seats, offering soft but supportive comfort. The
seat felt like it had been specially made, just for him. Only the
gentle acceleration made Max aware the car had actually started.
The legendary silence of a Rolls was actually true.
    Through the town they glided; Carla
pointed out different places of interest on the way. At the edge of
the town, a blaze of lights shone in the distance, high on the
mountain.
    “That’s where we are going,” she said,
grinning excitedly.
    Their eyes met again, and they held the
gaze, neither wanting to break it, whilst looking into