Greg nibbles her ear and smells her long blond hair which flies softly around her tiny face almost engulfing it.
“Ummmmm” and he sighs all the way down to his tummy.
He’d met Belle within a week of arriving in Byron Bay and now they were about to get married. He’d been retrenched from Deloittes and chucked the whole corporate nightmare to become a macadamia nut farmer in the hinterland of Byron Bay. Belle was the real estate agent. They were like two peas in a pod. Life had never been so good.
“Ummm, you smell gorgeous.
“You softy. Come on let’s get to the next stall. I’ve always wanted to try that wine from Nimbin. Let’s do that before Brandi arrives” and Belle checks her new red swatch watch. Her arms are brown and smooth and bare. She looks great in just a skimpy white singlet and bright pink sarong.
“So, what’s she like, this kid sister of yours?”
“Well, successful would encompass Brandi. She’s very smart and looks terrifyingly beautiful on the other side of the Board Room table. She reminds me of a lioness waiting to pounce. Nothing phases her. Oh, and she’s just bought one of those funky warehouse refurbs on the East Side. She’s certainly done well for herself.
Greg feels his knees tremble and imagines what it would be like to be her prey. His heart starts to race and tiny beads of sweat dapple his forehead.
He senses her before he sees her. The buzz of the festival seems to silence and life stops, everything frozen for that split second. Right on cue, strong arms, God she must work out, bear hug him and Belle from behind. He feels trapped and confused. Confronted yet excited.
Long blond hair swings between Belle’s and his face. It’s heavy, shiny and smells like Chanel #5, followed by huge pendant earrings, red he thinks, which bang into his left ear.
“Hey, you two. Wow, what a place. What a funky crowd of people. You must be Greg”
“Brandi, you’re here. Here let me see you. It’s been so long”. Belle gets a word in.
“God I’m tired. Flew New York to LA to Sydney. Then had to have a few wines to get me through the two hour wait. Then onto here in that funny little toy plane”
Greg has no idea what this voice looks like. She’s probably not dressed in her two piece black suit, but that’s all he can imagine. What seems like an age, they all about turn.
“Wow, you’re amazing” his inner voice said. Out loud, he’s not sure, but thinks that it’s just “wow”.
Brandi is dressed in a full length black tunic. It’s soft and floats around red strappy sandals and matching toe nails. Her smile widens to a big red grin.
“G’day Greg. How’s that farm of yours? I can’t wait to see it. I’ve never heard of macadamias. What are they? They’re not related to almonds are they? The questions wooshed out like an express train. “Almonds give me the most horrendous hay fever”
Greg stifles a giggle and breathes a sigh of relief as he sees a little slice of vulnerability.
“Girls shall we go? Belle shall we go, give Brandi a tour of this beautiful, funky, hippy place?” and he throws his arms around the shoulders of both girls. They stride off all talking at a million miles an hour.
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Is it love at first sight?
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