There is no doubt that she is beautiful.
He thinks about some of the women in the public eye that he considers worthy of the description. Penelope Cruz, Anne Hathaway, Kate Beckinsale. He compares her to them and does not find her lacking. He studies her in conversation and wonders at the perfection of her mouth, the loveliness of her eyes, the sweet geometry of her nose and chin. When she pulls back her hair to expose her exquisite throat and neck his heart skips a beat
Yet for all her beauty she has the innocence of a child. Oh, certainly she is elegant and stylish and has a body that makes everything she wears seem as if it has been designed for her. But at the same time she has that chaste and vulnerable quality that makes him want to take her in his arms, press her gorgeous head to his chest, and protect her from the world. She is petite, angelic and pure. She is enchantingly sweet and utterly adorable.
Though she is capable of talking spectacularly dirty with a glimmer of gleeful wickedness that makes him shake his head with a mixture of delight and shock.
She is a wonderful enigma.
And she has brought him to his knees playing his favourite game.
But she never intended to. She had no agenda, no strategy, no artifice, no deceit.
She merely held out her delicate hand and offered him friendship.