Mathilde watched him look right through her, and she was shaken a bit because she never imagined that he would react to her like that. She never imagined that he would be so blase about seeing her, they had been together for a little while…it had not seemed insignificant to her.
Then she remembered that she was incognito, and looked nothing like she had looked when he knew her. Her grip on the stem of her wine glass loosened a bit with that thought, and she looked at the bartender with a small smile. He had been looking at her since she had arrived breathlessly at his bar, looking like she had been attacked.
No one would have guessed that quite the reverse had happened, and that she had been ignored by the man who had been the love of her life she guessed they would call it. No one had made Mathilde feel like he had. Her entire body was on fire from the memory of him, and from anticipation.
When she turned on the stool, there he was.
His forehead crinkled with thought, as he looked down at his phone. His suit looked expensive and tailored, and he looked nothing less than the man that she had always wanted to straddle his thighs facing him and …
His forehead smoothed as he noticed her looking at him. A smile lifted his lips, and he gestured to her empty glass.
“What were you drinking?” he asked.
That was the hook—his approach. His confidence, his invitation that no one could resist.
Mathilde stared at him until her eyes watered.
“The house red,” she replied, licking her bottom lip and she bit it to not smile when his eyes followed her tongue.
She had a hook too.
He lifted his chin at the bartender and her glass was refilled. The bartender had a dark look on his face as he realized their flirtation was over.
“I saw you outside, and I am not the kind of man who stops every pretty lady I see but I almost stopped for you. And no here you are…”
Did he not see anything in her eyes, was there nothing about her gestures that reminded him of her before? Something like deja vu?
“So now what?” she asked like the line in “Justify My Love” by Madonna, and took a sip of her wine without ever taking her piercing gaze off of him even for a second.
More Masturbation Monday here:
justify my love still via imdb
INTENSE! And also, I’m a little insulted on her behalf that he doesn’t recognize her (regardless of the changes she’s made!). Like…HOW DARE YOU SIR??