When I walked up to Adriana Lima here in Las Vegas a few days ago, with a satyrs knowing smirk and an angels quiet gaze, she ever so casually raised an eyebrow with a supermodels subtly, as if to inquire what the blatantly up to no good smile was about. Hey... hows work? I asked her in a way as if it was normal. Routine. Like we do this all the time. Just visiting you as always at the office, so to speak... She, the Victorias Secret angel, lowered her eyes for a moment. And she blushed. And she smiled. And she relaxed. And she blinked. Slowly enough to draw out time. Is it possibe to even just blink in the way that she did? It was simply in an effortless way that you would imagine that a supermodel would. Perhaps even like you could imagine that an angel would. When she raised her piercing eyes again, it was with a look that no man could ever even hope to prepare for. Any armor that you think you have, any barriers, any shields, simply dont exist to her. At all. They simply are not there to her... Adriana opened her mouth to speak, then paused until the surrounding ambiance faded away to serene silence. Making you notice that moment. Perhaps even demanding that you notice the moment. She gently let a hint of a shy girish smile form and fade before she spoke. Her reply was soft, literally a whisper, with her Brazilian accent. Every word that she said felt like it was carefully selected by her. So quietly, that even the other model at my side, Alessandra Ambrosio, may not have heard what she was saying. She whispered it as if it were a secret, with a look that a woman should only ever give her husband... as if you are the only man that exists in the entire world... a look that can make you feel like a Greek god for even the briefest point in time... it is an intense look that you will never ever forget... And she told me how her day was... And what she said is between... us.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Nov 2014 17:53:21 +0000
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