II.

Again and again she feels his hot breath on her skin – his full lips ravaging her mouth. Another pleasant shudder. She really has to dig her own fingernails into her palm to stay alert – listening to the art director blabbering about some projects he’s got in mind – asking for her opinion.

The interview goes quite well – despite the permanent distractions she experiences. Hell, how could he do that to her?! And then just leave – not even asking for her phone number! On the other hand she’s still a little pestered. How dared he to approach her that bluntly?! As if he still could have any woman he wanted – just with the snip of his gorgeous, long fingers! Macho!

She’s very thankful that her opposite behind the posh desk is so busy with himself as well – otherwise he must have read in her changing facial expressions that she’s anywhere but not in this bleeding office.

„Well, Ms. Jenssen – it was a pleasure to get to know you a little – exchanging thoughts. I will check your portfolio again. We will call you.“

Ah yeah, the typical american way – ‚we will call you’! OK, she knows there are others applying for this position, too. Patience is a virtue.

„Thanx for taking the time having me!“

His mobile rings for the millionth time and she nods, gets up and leaves the room.

With a sigh she stares at all her luggage, waiting fort he next lift down. It seems to take ages! No way she would use the stairs! Five floors is not the world – but with all her gear? A ‚ping’ yanks her out off her thoughts again and she steps into the cabin, dragging her suitcase with her. Outside she nearly gets run over by some hectic business guys that want to enter the building all at once. Geez! She stretches her arm to stop a cab. Fastest way to her cheap, little hotel!

***

The next day starts out off kinda coma. The jetlag seemed to have kicked in and she looks puzzled when she opens her eyes – finding herself in an unfamiliar room. It takes a moment to realize she’s in a New York hotel room. The Central Park Hostel, to be concrete. She booked a private room – which is a little more than she can afford – yet the days of staying in a dorm just to save money were long gone.

After a very lazy breakfast – if you could call it as such – she leaves with her laptop and camera for a stroll through the city – namely Manhattan that would be. Maybe Central Park wouldn’t be such a bad idea as she’s already close to it. She still feels kinda dizzy – and not really keen on walking endless miles along concrete walls and glass. Perhaps paying a visit to Metropolitan Museum Of Arts? Well, on a rainy day! The weather is just too good at the moment – though a fresh breeze tries to creep under her coat. Autumn in New York.

19W 103rd street is just one block away from Central Park West and so she finally makes it into the greenest area of the city. A few runners pass by, mums with strollers, staff from near by locations that spend their short lunch break here. Having found a lonely bench she sits down and closes her eyes for a while – enjoying the warm rays of sun on her skin. She must have dozed off kinda as the buzzing of her mobile makes her jump.
„Hello! Is that Deborah?“

She cringes with surprise.

„Yes, it’s me. How the frigg did you get my number?!“

A low chuckle at the other end of the line.

„I told you I can read! And I suggest you check your camera bag.“
She’s stunned. Looking for her photo crumpler she recognizes that the name tag is empty. He must have nicked the tiny card – and that contained all her contact info, including phone, email and website!

„Damn!“
„You swear a lot, my dear!“
„What do you expect, Mr. Irresistible, huh?“

Again that heartily laughter that gives her goosebumps.

„Well, it doesn’t happen a lot that women want to smack me across the face.“
„I’m sorry – but just a little! You deserved that!“
„Allright. I’m brave enough to see you again, Deb. What about lunch?“
„Deb? I don’t recall we were that close, David Gahan!“
„Sheesh, you’re really a tough cookie!“
„Well, if you want a bite you better behave!“

She’s baffled about herself. What the hell is she talking?!

„OK, Prince Charming – where shall we meet then?“
„How about down at the piers? I know a nice fish restaurant there. Where are you, by the way?“
„Central Park West, near Park Drive.“
„Hmh – then the fastest would be taking the subway at West 103rd.“

She bites her lips not to let slip the tiny information that she very well knows – staying just around the corner.

„Well, I will pick you up there, Deborah – it’s on my way. Don’t want you to get lost.“
„Thanx very much! Actually I can read as well – and a street map is not so much of a challenge!“

A chuckle and then a sigh.

„What am I thinking! So you wait there at the station, OK?“
„If you insist?“
„Just be there, Deborah Jenssen!“

The line goes dead.

***

Another train arrives. Doors opening – people pouring out – doors closing again. No David. She’s already waiting for over thirty minutes now. That bastard! Then finally – with the next one – he steps out off a wagon down the platform. God – he’s dressed up! Dark, tailored suit with vest. The white shirt open around his neck, two or three buttons. The fabric clings pleasantly to his well defined body. With straight, swinging steps he comes closer, flashing her a dazzling smile. Cleanly shaven, sideburns neatly trimmed.

„Hi, Deborah!“
He offers her his obviously manicured hand.
„David?“
„Thanx, I’m good. Slight change in plans. I have a photo shoot in about an hour.“
„Ugh – I thought your management was more up to scratch!“
„Don’t blame poor Jonathan. Things like these just happen.“
„You do not expect me to accompain you to that shooting, don’t you? Spending hours watching you strutting around like a peacock?“

He bursts into laughter. There’s something contageous about it – she can’t shake free of the impressions it leaves on her.

„You are a piece of work, Christ!“
„Well, I’m a photographer by trade – I know how endless these kinda sessions can be – especially with demanding clients.“
„So you think I’m demanding.“

She smirks at him.

„Yes, I’m quite convinced of that.“
„Well, I could imagine a nicer setting for a talk – or better a verbose battle – than a subway platform.“
He winks at her and points towards the exits. She shakes her head.
„No – not now. You get your publicity work done and I will walk back and have a nice hot dog in the Park.“
„Awww, come on! You can’t be that cruel!“
„Those puppy eyes won’t convince me. You have to come up with something better.“
„Hmh – how about having some hot dogs together then?“
„Hah – you really want to ruin your precious suit before the shoot?“
David rolls his eyes now.
„You have to feed me then.“
„In your wildest dreams, Mr. Gahan!“

Next thing she realizes is his arms around her tightly, silencing her with a deep, wet kiss. Not very inventive, she manages to think, but then gives in to his velvety lips. His tongue finds it’s way into her mouth, entangling with hers. Feels much better than she wants to admit to herself. Then he breaks the contact again, checking his watch.

„OK – I have to dash now. Can I pick you up for dinner tonight? I promise this time it will work.“
„Do you really think that’s a brilliant idea, David Gahan?“
He locks her view and she starts drowning in his mesmerizing, deep eyes.
„Yes, absolutely. I’ll pick you up at the CPH at 7 pm.“
„Errr...“
„Your key ring.“
She immediately looks at the thing that is securely hooked at the front strap of her camera bag.
He steals another quick kiss of her and then turns around to the just approaching train.

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