SS:Personal Property (The End) - Page 12

On the top of floor of Saks fifth avenue, a Manhattan queen awaited her messenger. Dressed in a lace dress, that showed a little too much skin for her conservative style, she greeted the back door visitor with a sharp blink of lashes. He kissed her hand in true gentleman fashion.

"You said you wanted to see me?" A smile appeared on his schmuck face as RK gently placed her hand back in place. She did not acknowledge having heard him and continuing picking up articles of clothing. Her eyes spotted a navy blue suit, she scanned the label for a decent brand name and slapped the three piece against his chest.

"I want to see the fit".

He obeyed the orders like a loyal subject and striped down to a vest and trousers. His eyes remained fixed at her, she was not swayed by him; the usual signs were missing. No playing with the hair, no biting the lips, no unconscious smile, no turning of the head. She looked as though she was would be more excited seeing a leaf drop that steal a glance at his toned body. To avoid the embarrassment of putting on a show with applause, he reluctantly approached the fitting room.

When he was out of sight, she gulped down three glasses of water, surprisingly nervous with the company of the young gentleman. You define confidence, she reminded herself as she bust open his door. He was startled by the intrusion but, quickly put on his charm.

"You are a married woman", he said covering up his chest.

"Only came in when safe". She turned his attention to the disheveled inseam of his trousers. She bend down on the knees revealing her defined curves and leaving just enough to the imagination. And, in that moment, he imagined what he would give to have this woman lay next to him everyday. Her touch entered and escaped his soul before he could feel it. There she was again, shaping and reshaping his pant fabric.

"A nip here, a tuck there and we should be good". She made a polite request to the store employee and the suit was tailored, gift wrapped and on its way to meet the lucky owner.

"I don't have time for your spoiled rotten shopping sprees. Get to the point". He told blatant lie in hopes to recover from the genuine image of Madhu he saw moments ago. He was being a jerk and morality did not concern him but, he knew he was fighting on the wrong side. She is not who she plays being, he whispered to a Rishabh listening somewhere. Madhu's hand slipped a paper his.

"Twelve o' clock. I do not like lates". Her hair touched his cheek, she pulled on his neck tie and spoke almost inaudibly "I despise skinny ties". The sole symbol of status holding RK's pride together graced the floor as Madhubala walked away not hunting, not hunted.