He watched her from across the room noticing the fluid movement of her exquisite body.

 

Asking a friend who she might be, he was not totally surprised to discover that she was a model - not just a model but one of the most sought after in New York City.

 

No doubt she had a bevy of beaus lined up waiting on her every whim. What would she see in someone like him? She had it all – looks, fame, money – she lacked for nothing.

 

Then again, neither did he. Except a woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

 

Finding out where she would be working the next day, he began forming a plan on how to meet her.

 

The next day a single red rose was delivered to her by a young man, a ball cap pulled low over his brow. Speaking with an Irish accent, he inquired her name then presented a card that read “from a secret admirer.”

 

The following day two red roses were delivered by the same man with the same message.

 

At first she wrote it off as some kind of joke, but the second day her curiosity was piqued.

 

Pressing the delivery person for more information, he only told her that he himself did not meet the person who had sent the roses but was told only to deliver them.

 

The third day a note was delivered instructing her to dine at a very upscale restaurant. “He must be fat and balding,” she thought. “Why didn’t he introduce himself?”

 

The deliveryman asked in his Irish accent “What could it hurt?” She’d be in a public place surrounded by only well-to-do patrons that could afford to dine there.

 

Besides she could get a friend to dine at the same restaurant but a separate table, that way if he turned out to be undesirable her friend could come to her rescue.

 

That night she wore a little black dress that hugged every inch of her curvaceous body.

 

When she arrived at the restaurant, she was promptly seated at a table by the window. Then her host took her request for her beverage of choice.

 

When the drink was delivered it was accompanied by a crystal vase bearing two dozen red roses wit delicate babies breath peeking between the blossoms.

 

Victoria couldn’t help looking about her hoping to catch a glimpse of her benefactor.

 

At a nearby table was a handsome fellow with thick dark hair. It was slightly curly and fell forward upon his brow and was curled upward at the nape of his neck. He looked remarkably like the delivery man who had delivered the roses.

 

As he lifted his glass to her in a salute, he grinned and a mischievous glint in his eye twinkled bright enough to light a spark in her heart.

 

She glanced at the roses then back at him to find that he had left his table and was on his way to join her, the grin widening as he walked.

 

When he stood before her he took hold of her hand, bowed over it and placed a light upon it. “Do I meet with your approval dear lady,” he asked. ”Or should I leave you to enjoy your supper in peace?”

 

Victoria smiled up at him and indicated the empty chair. He was certainly good-looking with an extra helping of charm. The Irish accent on entry endeared her all the more.

 

As he sat across from her he introduced himself only as Eldon.

 

He allowed her a few minutes to look over the menu before he called the waiter over to take their orders.

 

Then as they waited for the meal, he politely asked questions that would reveal more of her to him.

 

It seemed as though their entire conversation was about her. Even when she tried to discover more about him, he deftly changed the subject back to her.

 

After the food was served, the conversation was quelled as he allowed her to eat. He did reveal that he was from Ireland and had lived in the states a few short years. He had no family save those in Ireland.

 

The more he spoke, the more she was intrigued with him.

 

Their wine glasses were filled several times as they spent the entire evening talking and getting acquainted. Victoria wasn’t even aware when her friend had left; she was so engrossed with Eldon. In fact, the patrons begin thinning out until only they remained.

 

Realizing it was late, Victoria looked around her, then gave her lovely head a shake. “It’s late. They must be getting ready to close,” she said.

 

Eldon grinned and told her, “We can stay as long as we like. I bought the place earlier today.

I don’t think they like to take a chance on displeasing their new owner.”

 

Victoria couldn’t help her mouth dropping at the revelation. If this was true, then her date had to be quite wealthy indeed. Or it could be a clever ploy to impress her.

 

Okay. So she was impressed.

 

But it was the idea that they could stay and talk to their heart’s content that placed her most. She was having such a good time she didn’t want the night to end.

 

The staff busied themselves in locking up, clearing the tables and sweeping around the couple as they continued their conversation. They spent the entire night and well into the early hours of the day before Eldon finally asked if he could see her home.

 

She agreed, a little nervous of what the morning might bring. Her worries were put to rest as he stood outside her door. He was ever the gentleman and inquired if he could see her again that evening.

 

Unfortunately she had to fly to the West Coast for a photo op and she would be gone for a few days.

 

He took the news in good stride asking where the location would be.

 

Tossing all caution aside she told him.

 

As she flew across the country she cursed herself for being so taken with him.

 

After all she had known him less than 24 hours. What did she really know about him?

 

When she arrived on the set of the shoot, she was surprised to find a dozen pink carnations waiting for her with a note thanking her for a lovely evening and wishing her good luck with the shoot. Somehow she was not even surprised at the end of the day when she looked up to find him standing there waiting for her.

 

As far as Eldon was concerned, he had found the one woman who captured his heart.

 

Now all he had to do was to capture hers.