Serene Divine

The alarm began its first wake up call of the morning, screaming out loudly enough to wake half the neighborhood. Kat grumbled under the warmth of her covers, stretched a bit and poked her head out of the blanket, grabbing for the phone. Flicking it open she reset it, snuggled back and lay there in the dim light of morning with her eyes open. She hated winter, the morning like ice, and to add insult to injury, she had no one to curl up with and get lost in. Sighing at the emptiness she was however glad she had kicked her one nighter out early. He had been one more in a long line of dead fucks and losers she had seemed to be seeking out these days, another regret to add to the growing life list. Last night had been like most, she had pushed him off before he even really finished, told him to get his shit and get out, her body left empty and unsatisfied from the five minute lay and her heart well past desolate. He had stormed out pissed and called her a cold hearted bitch. She had laughed bitterly till the door slammed and the burn of tears began to flow down her face and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her eyes began to water up and there was no damned way she was going to cry again, and not before work, that was for sure, so she rolled herself out into the cold room, grabbed her towel and padded off to the shower. “Another day, another  dollar” she mumbled as she turned the shower to hot and slid under its refuge, letting the heat caress her flesh with a lovers touch. After the shower had woken her up, she drug on some clothes, pulled her hair up into a bun type ponytail, grabbed some lunch and headed out to warm up the little white beast she drove. It looked like a pregnant roller skate someone had told her and now she had to laugh every time she crawled inside. Once the engine was up and roaring and the heater was clearing the morning fog from the windows, she lit up her routine morning smoke and leaned her head back for a few minutes. In the silence of the early morning her mind began to drift, back to another  time, to Her, to Jess. “No dammit” she growled, she would not go there, could not, so she shook her head a bit and cleared her mind, put the car into gear and headed out of the drive and off to work, hoping maybe, just maybe, today would be different. It was only a twenty minute drive to work, and it damn sure was not her dream job, but it paid the bills and she got on with everyone there decent enough ,so who was she to truly complain. She finally found a quiet smile as she rolled to the roundabout to wait for the morning traffic to break and let her through. She must have been a bit lost in her own concentration because  loud roar of an engine on the tail end of her car brought her back around. “What the hell” she thought as she looked up into the rearview. A black motorbike ,a harley she might have guessed, large and quite nice to the eye had settled right behind her. Funny though because it was the driver that for reasons unknown to her that caught her attention. He wasn’t a big guy and he had gentle features, “odd” she thought, but he was clean cut with shaved short brown hair, strong arms from what she could see and looked quite sexy in the black leather jacket and jeans he was wearing. He leaned forward on the bike, pulled his sunglasses down a bit and winked at her, smiling as he did. “Oh, shit” she blurted out as she jumped and sat back. She had been staring and apparently for a few moments now because the cars behind the biker were honking. Her face flushed crimson red and she took the next opportunity to breakthrough the traffic and get moving. “Damn girl” she whispered quietly, you ain’t showed that much interest in ages and it just had to be some guy on the road. “Real smooth, goofy”. Still a bit shaken and somewhat haunted by the image of him she slid the car into the parking area at work and took a second to catch her breath. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest when she remembered those dark piercing brown eyes and that half cocky grin, and well that wasn’t the only thing pounding, her cunt started twitching like mad and she had to steady herself  before she crawled out of the car. The morning wind was cool on her face and the sun had begun to come out as she locked up the car and headed in. A few steps form the office, she stopped,  almost unable to move as the familiar roar of the motorbike idled up close behind her. Swallowing deeply, her mind thinking the impossible, her body hoping for it, she turned and there he sat, staring at her through darkened lenses, that grin on his lips so seductive, so inviting, and when he slid those shades down a bit once more, and openly allowed his gaze to meet hers, work its way down her body then back up to her eyes she knew, she could almost feel him, removing her clothes with his eyes. His gaze so intense all  she wanted was him to fuck her so badly she almost screamed it, but there was a twitch of something else, something deeper then sex, he wasn’t just touching her with his eyes, it was like he was marking her, in some odd way, making her his and the power of it made her flesh burn and ache, her heart throb. In that moment, he seem to know he done just what he wanted to, because he smiled deeper, nodded to her, turned the bike around slowly and drove away. Not one spoken word, he never asked her out, never told her his number. “Wait” she cried out, but he didn’t stop or hesitate, just pulled out onto the road and was gone. She was so confused, and frustrated, just what the hell kinda game was he playing. “Fuck” she mumbled and went into the factory. Work, was work, was work, what more was there? Clean this, fill out that paperwork, hell her boss Andrew had enough shit to keep her busy for the day,  which she was more then thankful to have. Lunch time came quick and the guys all kept giving her shit, asking her is got laid last night or anything other crude thing they could think of. She was well past distracted and they had picked up on it, so she told to all get stuffed and go fuck themselves which of course brought a veracious  round of laughter and more crude comments to which she could not help but laugh. After lunch work just kept going and quitting time seemed to be eluding her, though not for long. Home time crept up on her when she wasn’t looking and it  took her about  half a minute to change and get to the car. She didn’t make it far though before Cory caught up with her. Cory, was a co-worker and well, he had been a one night mistake she would not make again. She found out he was still married, and hell he had a small dick and was a quick shooter anyways, so no major loss there. “What’s up, Cory?” though she was sure she knew. He occasionally still tried to go for round two, and she always knocked him back. “Hey, you wanna come by the house tonight?” She shook her head and told him no thanks, then turned and left before he had to time to act like the immature jack ass he could on occasion be. As lonely as she was, once was enough of a lesson for her. A thousand miles away, she didn’t notice the note on the windscreen until she had already settled into the car and lit up her afternoon smoke. “Ah, hell” she whispered before dragging herself out and reaching for the note which was laying just under the wiper blade along with a single white rose, each thorn removed and the stem cut back short. Lifting it to her face she traced it across her lips, its petals like silk,  its sweet scent flowing through her body. Not quite sure who the note was from, but in that moment not caring ,she unfolded its pages and read a few simple words. “I felt it too, so maybe now, a new beginning?” It had to be him, but what was she suppose to do now, still no contact number, nothing, did she just wait? In many ways it was frustrating but in some odd way, exciting. He was making her play on his terms, his way, as if she were merely a puppet and he held the strings. Closing her eyes for a moment  she just stood there, still and breathing, then clasped the note and flower close and headed for home. The drive was quick and she kept glancing about her, hoping maybe for a glimpse of him, but not today, not now. A bit disappointed but still in a good mood, she had a snack once she got home, popped over to the neighbors house for a smoke and visit then decided to go chat on the net for a bit before dinner. There were quite a few folks online and she got caught up in talking and was really just enjoying the evening when she realized it was getting decently late and she had yet to eat. She said her goodbyes then decided to give her email a quick check before logging off. There was the usual junk and a couple emails from friends, but there was one she did not recognize. It was from the_shadow which she thought was strange because it did not look like one of those junk things but there was no topic line, so she took a chance and went ahead and opened it. Her eyes went wide and her jaw must have hit the ground as she read it “you are so sexy when you laugh, the way your nose wrinkles just slightly, and you have the sexiest body, right down the freckles  that caress your cleavage” she read and then re read it again. “What the?” it was from him, she almost sure of it, but how the hell did he know those things, I mean he could have seen her laugh at work but not the cleavage thing, well not unless…..She stood up quickly and walked outside, looking round in first the front then the back, was he watching her? No, he couldn’t be ,could he? Confused but needing to eat, she shut down the computer and went for a sandwich, her mind wandering in thought, trying to figure out what was going on, who this guy was, and what did he want from her. After dinner, she was going to go visit some friends but she just wanted to crawl into bed for tonight and hide, so she slipped on her pajamas and was about to get into bed when a thought occurred to her.  A sly grin formed on her lips and she went over and clicked on the heater, then walked over and pulled the curtains open leaving the lace shade down across it. Moving slow, and deliberate she slid across the floor to her side of the bed so that she was facing the now mostly open window. Reaching up, she looked out into the night as she undid the buttons of her top, taking her time, exposing her smooth pale flesh one inch at a time.