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emotionless voice caught his attention. He was a good connoisseur of people.
    His eyes appreciated her up close. She was more alluring than he had thought. He allowed his eyes to ru n over her long lithe frame. Her legs, were long. Very long! She could have easily be en mistaken for a model. She was beautiful. There was no denying that. She was more beautiful not because she was golden – hair and body , with graceful, sexy carriage. She was not beautiful because of her honey brown eyes and her glorious tresses. He had seen absolutely stunning women, had dated and bedded them. He had his pick of the litter. No. This one was different. It was in her unconscious grace, her down right lack of pretense and naturalness. She was an earthling. She had very little awareness of her allure. In fact, although she was unpretencious , he sensed a defense in her nature as if waiting for him to strike.
    What also struck him, was that she looked him directly in the eyes and was challenging him! She didn’t flutter at what many termed his movie star looks as some of the other natives he met , nor was she intimidated and he had used his b oardroom look on her. She was not intimidated. In fact, she had mechanisms all of her own. After carelessly and nonchalantly perusing his features , she told him huskily , “She has passed”.
    “ Where ? I need to see her. Maybe I can come back in a more appropriate day, be cause I need to have a conference with her . It is of vital importance.”
    “It would n o t matter ” she said with a shrug .  Azolee invited him to sit down. She saw he did not understand. “Would you like a drink?” she offered.
    “What do you have? An island punch ?”
    “Ok ,  p unch coming right up.” He watched her graceful , unaffected movements. He felt his body responded to her appeal. Whi le he had dated many French women , he had been jaded with their shallowness. He had merely wanted sex and they wan ted jewelry, the contacts he was capable of giving or simple prominence.
    With t his woman, And while he admitted she was a rare species, it was her eyes that called to him. They had a bruised, lonely look. It was filled with a most desperate pain and a haunting sadness. It had only been a trigger of a flash across her face, but he had had a glimpse of her agony. He wanted to hold her, but he knew that she was the kind that grieved silently. Like him. He was aware of the exact moment the native had left, but his instincts had taken over. He liked nothing better than to solve puzzles and she was an enigma to him.
    While he didn’t see her response to him, he knew she thought him attractive. He knew that she felt his response. He knew also that the native lady saw it and was not surprised. In addition to all of this knowledge, Gastron knew that this golden earth nymph would go to the very extent to deny any attract ion. She reminded him of a tigress – all golden and defensive. He was intrigued. He loved her heart shaped mouth and had had thought of the many ways he could derive pleasures from it. It was full and the bottom lips luscious and coral pink. He knew they would be delicious ….. as delicious as the fruity musk that was her scent. She reminded him of the sweet burst of tropical fruits he had eaten on one of his stays in The Bahamas. The burst of fruity flavor in the mouth had been a most pleasant experience. He wanted her. He wondered if he told her what he wanted to do with her, what would be her response?   Not that he would tell her.
    Besides, while he could provide some entertainment, but he didn’t want to give her any hop e s . He didn’t have time for an affair and nothing could possibly come out of it. They were too different. He prided himself on his constraint where women were concerned. He was not going the way of his grandfather, nor as per the case, his father. As it was his time in The Bahamas was taking him away from what he loved best.
    Having gotten mental clarity, he was able to let his