An Intense Encounter

Linda's POV

Looking into the forest green eyes of the guy, I found myself a bit flustered, and I could not tell why.

Or maybe I could, maybe it was due to the obvious fact that the guy was very attractive.

I really don’t get how anyone could reject him. He had it all; the money, the style, the fame, the influence. He was a whole package.

“Hello there,” He spoke to me in a smooth voice. It was like listening to soft jazz on a wonderful evening while the gentle breeze blew.

I don’t know what I expected him to sound like but I think one thing that I expected was a french accent. But there was none whatsoever. He spoke just like an american. From the way he was speaking, no one could tell he was even French unless they knew him to be.

“Hi,” I replied to him, trying my best to be polite.

But someone had to tell him, someone had to tell this guy to stop looking at me the way he was. It was really doing something to me.

His gaze was so deep and purposeful that I had to look away almos