Dick found himself in a modern-style room filled with straight lines and defined edges. The far wall was almost completely glass. The window allowed plenty of natural light to stream through, however, it framed a rather vacant grey wall out in courtyard. The reflected dullness of the wall reproached the cheerful sunshine outside.
Inside, some oddly jarring artwork hung on one of the walls in a strange juxtaposition which unbalanced the room. Opposite, there were two single beds separated by a nightstand.
Dick sat in an armchair in the corner. Nadine stood by the bureau. She was wearing a simple yet attractively body hugging dress which would have been at home in any corporate environment. Cutting tastefully below the knee line, the dress was two toned with a monochrome pattern on the front and solid black on the back. It was a contrast to her milky white flesh and flaming boy-cut hair.
Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat? She spoke with a soft, genial voice.
Dick thought he detected a slight accent which he couldn't quite place. It was definitely Australian, but there were inflections of sophisticated proper English.
Gastronomy was far from Dicks thoughts at this particular point in time. He was much too stimulated by his surroundings and by his gorgeous companion.
He said he wasn't hungry, but invited her to get something for herself.
Nadine picked up the receiver and placed an order. She stepped out of a pair of precipitous heels as she spoke and peddled in a cat-like fashion on the carpet.
Dick took the opportunity to appreciate Nadine's form. The fitting dress was an allusion to a sexy ectomorphic figure beneath and Dick could not help but ogle her while her attention was diverted.
When Nadine was done, she came over to join Dick. Nadine sat on the bed opposite him. Their knees close to touching. She crossed her long creamy skinned legs. Her skirt hitching up slightly above her knee. A serendipitous brush of her ankle against the inside of his calf sent an arc of excitement running up Dick's leg and tingling up his spine. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.
She gazed at him with eyes of jade from behind thick framed tortoise shell glasses, not unlike Dick's own. There was an element of geek about her and a seriously sexy librarian vibe.
Dick fought through his psychosomatic nervous mutism to engage in some entertaining ice-breaking conversation. Nadine was engaging with her pithy observations and jocular tonality. She invited him to appreciate the non-vista beyond the glass and even pointed out the peculiarities of the incongruent art adorning the walls.
She was charmingly self deprecating, professing herself a Queenslander then declaring that they were not "her type of people". She leaned in slightly and whispered this last part as if sharing a secret.
Nadine also revealed that she was currently supporting a disco fetish. Soon, the sounds of Chic, her favourite rock-disco band were filling the room.
The hotel staff came and went, leaving a collection of cheeses, fruit, crackers and a bottle of South Australian Cabernet Sauvignon. Selecting the appropriate glasses from the bureau, Nadine poured the wine and offered Dick a glass. Dick shifted to the bed and the two clinked glasses and sipped.
Long before they even touched, Dick had a good feeling about this hastily organised impromptu rendezvous. To Dick, she was something exotic. Far removed from his typical Eurasian fare. Disarming simply by way of her natural being. The nascent sense of arousal was undeniable.
Dick smiled inwardly. It was going to be an afternoon delight.
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