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Isabelle

This man stares at me relentlessy and he has not left my hand yet. I don’t feel uncomfortable, that would be a classic for me, but really annoyed.  I wanna run away without turning back. There’s a sparkle in his eyes that I don’t understand. A wild glint that makes me think of a predator spotting its pray. He may be gorgeous, but this time I’m the one who finds someone weird. He looked upset when I walked into the room with my boss and now he examines me with his blue eyes, the same of his brother and niece, probably the trademark of this family, like a damned x rays scanner. I feel naked and I hate this. I don’t like being  the centre of the attention. It brings back bad memories.

« –  Did you really think that we wanted you at this party, Isabelle ?You were just the attraction of the night, the starter for the atmosphere, just to have a good laugh. Now get out of here, we don’t want you by our  side. »

Mm, really bad memories from the last and only party I went to. First the crowd surrounded me to have fun of me, then they threw me away like a scumbag.

I see the muscles of the man in front of me under his blue shirt, his legs, squeezed in black jeans, looking strong, his black hair long up to the shoulders and his olive skin. His Native American origins are unmistakable. He’s breathtaking and scary at the same time. Different and opposite sensations make my stomach twitch. I feel the stress building up inside. It’s time this visual connection ends. My hands are sweaty, my heart beats in panic and, at the same time, I’m fascinated. I absolutely need to get out of this room, under any pretext. I hold back my hand suddenly, pulling it hard and I rapidly leave the lounge explaining quickly  that Aiyanna is waiting for me for a guided tour of the house. Safe in the room, I ask myself what has really happened. No man has ever really paid attention to me, even less with that sparkle of interest mixed with desire in his eyes. I have short time to think, the little ray of sun of this house comes to show me my new house. I’m gonna live with this family for the next few years, if everything goes fine. I need to get familiar with this place. On the floor, in addition to mine, there are four more rooms, each with its toilet. They’re all decorated with taste, in warm tones, and they all have a large bay window that lets the sun rays in, making the room very pleasant. The sweetheart one is just next to mine. On the ground floor there’s a big fully equipped kitchen, open to the huge living room, now empty . So much better. A second meeting with Achak in such a short time would have been too much for me. All the openings are toward the park that surrounds the house, a thing I had not noticed before, as I was too troubled by the presence of that Native American. He’s gone out with Mr Pontiac. I see them talking through the window. One is tight as a bow while the other looks merry. This puzzles me. This man has really strange reactions in front of other people. I could say his emotional lag is worse than mine. I don’t realise that my little tornado is dragging me into the kitchen where we start making cookies together. Mm, good idea.I’m gonna do something I love to : having fun with a little girl baking pastries and, as icing on the cake, I’m gonna taste them. All in one. And that’s an excellent way to tame a pretty doll and forget all the questions blooming in my mind about a man I don’t wanna name.