When Elmira Forster turns around at the sound of the male voice, her heart stopped for a moment. Her nose twitched as a gust of wind passed the open door taking his scent to her. One wafting of the delicious scent had been her down fall. Vodka, Tobacco and ashen rose was the perfect smell that affects her like no other male had before him had made her feel. Her body response was primal at best, her knees weaken and her lips went dry. Everything was biology but it still made her feel terrible with herself. She did not want to want him.
The large tall male who just stepped inside her tiny loft gallery was the last person she ever expected to see again. For a moment his golden eyes flash with surprised, he was not expecting her either but quickly his face became a mask of ice void of all emotion.
Never the less his eyes still stared at her as if she had grown six legs and when he spoke he used a clean cut tone. “I am your eight o’clock appointment Erick Bedford. We’ve talk?”
“Mr. Bedford, you are early. I am very sorry but I won’t be here for the showing.” Elmira struggled to lie and control herself not to make a scene, screaming may make her feel better but if wasn’t going to help her situation. “I have a family emergency that I need to take care. My assistant, Salome will show the pieces you called about. You are in good hands.”
She bit her lip, hope he believed her and force a smiled. Putting a good front was something she had master a long time ago, their kind always had to pretend and act if they wanted to live a normal life but he shaken her and she hoped she look calm collected like she didn’t care for him or their one night together. She rather go to the lab than let him know he had that type of control over her or her dreams.
When he continued to stare at her, she forced herself to say, “Sorry.”
He finally shook his head and stretch out to take her hand. “I’m afraid I just wanted to see the mysteries Elmira Forster in person. Beauty extraordinaire and sister to the famous James Forster,”
The words made her want to slap him. She hated it when people do that just because her brother was in the league. So what if he was a first class super hero?
She had an identity too, abet not an important one. “I prefer to be Elmira Forster the artist. Good day, Mr. Bedford. What I do and who I am has nothing to do with James. I hope you are clear on that at least.”
This was not a pleasant meeting. She had thousand of other places she wanted to be but he wasn’t letting go of her hand. They had met four months back in a small town, spent a night together and went on their way. She could not blame him or herself. It was in their genetic make up to wonder until they found a mate. Not that it could happen in this day and age with the government monitoring every mutant. The situation wasn’t scary like in the movies that they were hunted or kept like labs rats. It was just likehave a checkup every three months. It was for safety reasons. In average one in sixty Americans has the mutant genes, one in a hundred has one or two ability but only on in a million would be in the same level as her brother. The gene had become desirable and people pay top dollar to meet with other people with quality genetics. It made her a target of breeders, the IVF clinics and a number of suitors that from now would seem to include Mr. Bedford. He seems to be no different than the rest, the wanted her D.N.A., not her.
“All right,” he said warily. She could tell he was not comfortable with her any more than she was with him. It didn’t matter, since he had business, he took a deep breath. “I suppose this would be a good time to warn you.”
Elmira’s heart hurt as if it had been stomp on. A chill slithering down her spine, she was not cold. This was a betray worst than any, he had knew who she was when he came to her bed if so he would know her wrath, just like any that had tried. He was no better than the suitors she had in the pass, think only of a gifted child but this time she had fail, willing gone to his bed. She desperately tried to think where she had heard his name before. It was as if she’d heard or read anything about him before. There was not much covering, the government liked it quite. They did too.
“About what?” she hissed.
He ran a hand irritated through his thick black hair. “About the interstate…”
“Stop it,” she interrupted, holding up her hand. “I know the rules, have there been any new laws, or any difference between New York that I should know?” When he nodded, she went on. “Tell me?”
His mouth thinned into a straight line before he gave her a small nod. “There is a tax, for single mutants, or those without children.”
“I don’t think I would need to worry about it.”
“James’s must be a great brother.” frowning, he then flashed her, the same smile that was her down fall the first time they meet, it did not help that he smell so good, even better after five months, she should have been above this.
“He is but he is not involved. I’ve got plans,” she corrected him. “Not that it is any of your business, Mr. Bedford. I am a big girl. Right?”
“If not then you should take this, I had it prepared.” He said handing her some papers.
She could not tell if he was relieved or not, that she was not his problem. He did even not know about their baby, but she was not sure about him, she wasn’t sure how he would react and if it was up to her he never would. She remembered when it first happen, after taking an over the counter pregnancy tests, she thought her life was over, she was devastated, but after a nice sit at the playground, she changed her mind after seeing a little boy reappear on his mother lap. Now, she was determined to give her baby the best and keep him away from the super hero league, six generations was too much pressure for her little boy.
“You don’t have to be married to have a child,” she mumbled as she read it.
“I suppose it’s personal,” he answer unfortunately being close enough to hear her. “But I want my child to have the very best. And a family is the best option if you think about it carefully.”
“You are title to you option, Mr. Bedford.”
“Call me Erick.”
Before she could go on, he took a step closer. The scent kept getting stronger and she was no longer in control, her head was spinning so she grabbed on to the nearest thing, him.