Dear Reader. The series “the story behind pink” will resume soon. Until such a time, wanted to share a “deleted” scene that may or may not make it into the book. Let me know if you think I should include this into the storyline or not. You can do so in the comment section below or social media (for those who prefer communicating there). Appreciate your input very much for this particular piece. Enjoy the read.

Christie was proud of her silver heels. As silly as it was, they made her feel powerful, elegant, strong. She dared not speak this to anyone, out of fear of being ridiculed. Everyone she knew was on an anti-feminine-wardrobe crusade. Being pretty and girlie was starting to be a bad thing. Frowned upon actually. As if dressing up was weakness or allowing men to “lord” over women. This made no sense to Christie, who rather keep her cute fashion over dressing androgynous or masculine like.

There was only one person who knew and didn’t judge. Andrew. He was kind, sweet, understanding, even encouraging. In his own unique private way.

The first time she had worn her silver heels, she caught Andrew looking. The deep pools of darkness in his eyes shown with delight. Instant recognition of some kind.

That first encounter had taken place outside of work. Christie had been careful not to let others at work know that she had chatted with Andrew about her purchase. It was her secret to keep. With his help, she had found the perfect silver heels. They had the right height and made her feel special.

During that rare moment of friendly banter, Christie had quickly learned a few things about Andrew that would later open up the avenue for several amazing chats that moved her heart.

Had Christie felt a tug of curiosity from Andrew, she would have led him on the sweetest chase to win her heart. Christie understood the art of the hunt and knew how to play it very well. She had lured the attention of both men and women with her silky maneuvering. None had caught her attention long enough for her to give room for a date. However, Andrew was different.

Unfair Distraction

At work, Andrew was all about work. The man was private. The man was protective of his image. However, he was so smooth and so suave about it. Most other women at work tried in vain to get Andrew to notice them. This did not surprise Christie one bit. They all were a version of the same… well nearly all.

Casually dressed with a degree of nonchalant disregard for fashion rules. They did not dress for the next promotion, but for the maximum allowed casualness of work. Andrew held his note of charm and avant guard care for being professional. There was always a hint of more with him. Leadership and power was in his DNA and was waiting to be unleashed.

Christie didn’t care too much why Andrew had agreed to settle in the line of work he was in, because for her, that meant she could allow her eyes to feast on him and dream about what it would be like to have his hands touch her again.

Whenever she showed up to work with her silver heels, Andrew would casually smile her way to let her know that he knew how she felt in them. Of course, to his typical standard, he was extremely discrete. This Christie loved. It would not go over well if the rest of the team found out that Andrew had the special attention of one of the department heads of the company.

That was what made this secret distraction so unfair. Any move on her part to pursue Andrew would be inappropriate. Plus, Andrew would have none of it. The man was build on strong ethics and principles.

The strength with which Andrew carried himself perplexed Christie a little. If Andrew made a move towards her, they could move forward to build a relationship. However, Andrew gave no indication that his first touch would ever be followed up with another.

This created the most unfair of distractions for Christie. She longed for his touch. She yearned for the look of awe and joy his eyes had carried the one time he had touched her.

But now, there was this matter of Kate. With Andrew successfully on-boarded, Kate had pulled back to her usual activities, but her eyes would linger a bit whenever Andrew left her vicinity. Christie had kept track of all the women of the office to know exactly what their feelings were regarding Andrew.

Only Kate seemed to be difficult to read. The woman, Kate, felt something for Andrew, but Christie was not sure. It was not until the day Andrew had come in carrying all that coffee that Christie figured out what Kate’s feelings were. They were pure sweet affections of genuine concern. The kind of concern that easily became passionate lust entwined in love. Christie had to be careful with her secret. If fate had Kate in mind for Andrew, Christie would have to be very careful with her own feelings.

The Silver Touch

The day Christie had purchased her heels, she was counting her blessings for having talked Andrew into going with her to the mall. He was kind, sweet, patient, attentive, and insightful. The experience was any woman’s dream. The man focused intently on being useful in the mall. Andrew even had offered to hold her purse when she had taken a break to visit the lavatory.

The perfect gentleman.

Their banter and silliness was flawless. Andrew made Christie feel like she had known his soul for ages. Andrew was also very good at making her blush. This was not typical for Christie. Most guys were on the receiving end of blushes. Christie had a knack for making men squirm and compliant to her will.

Andrew was not like the other men. Andrew led from his heart with his head. Christie, as weird as it sounded, cherished the fact she was in the presence of man capable of playing on her level and keeping her on her toes.

Speaking of toes, by the time Christie had found the perfect pair of silver heels, the exact pair Andrew had told her she would fall for, her toes were very tired from walking about in her black heels.

Because she didn’t know Andrew long and well, at the time, asking him for a massage was out of place and very unprofessional. However, the tremblings of her heart begged for the opportunity to see what his strong hands could do.

Christie always fancied two things about any man she found attractive. They had to have strong hands and had to know how to use them to arouse her and please her. Should these two things be lacking, such a man found himself mired in the friend zone of hell. One in which Christie’s dark streak would find pleasure in teasing mercilessly for the sake of seeing the devotion of her condemned prey.

Andrew had reached across to take her bags and directed her to the center court to take a walking break. This had sounded wonderful. Christie’s alarms rang full blast when Andrew’s arm graciously brushed against hers as his smile disarmed her and weakened her strength. His hands found the small of her back and moved her sweetly towards an empty bench. No amount of resistance made any difference. Andrew had taken complete control and Christie was relishing every second of it.