A few minutes later, I left home, walking to Samantha's house to introduce her to the city. I walked the few blocks that separated our houses, and soon I was ringing her doorbell.
She answered the door wearing jeans, a black sweater, and her hair in a ponytail with a few loose strands falling over her face. She had a sheen of sweat on her forehead, revealing that she was working hard at something.
" Hi Apollo, I thought you were coming later," she smiled.
"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" I questioned a bit gracelessly.
Samantha opened the way for me to enter the house, and I soon found out what caused her fatigue. All the suitcases and boxes I bought yesterday were open in the middle of the living room and most of them were already empty.
" I hope you're not carrying any weight," I commented with concern.
" Don't worry, we're fine," she reassured me.
I walked through the boxes, looking at the contents of each one, identifying which one would weigh the most.
" I'll help you later, you shouldn't try so hard.”
" Theon, you don't have to. I can do everything, you don't have to waste time on it," she blushed a little.
" That's not up for discussion. Come on, I'll take you to a place with a good job opening for you, and then we'll take care of it. Have you had lunch yet? " I questioned, putting my hand on her back and guiding her to the door.
" You don't expect me to leave like this, do you? " she pulled away from me, "I'm a mess!
" You look fine to me," I shrugged.
She ignored my remark and ran up the stairs, leaving me no choice but to find a seat on the couch and wait while she got ready. Samantha came down after a few minutes, wearing the same clothes as before, but her hair was carefully tied back and she had put on some light makeup.
I couldn't remember ever seeing her as beautiful as she looked at that moment, even when we first met in Vegas. That night, Samantha was by far the sexiest woman in the bar, wearing that short white dress, high heels, and loose hair to complete the ensemble. Every one of her physical attributes were highlighted. For much of the evening I watched her dancing with her friends and refusing any male companionship that came her way. When the opportunity finally arose for me to approach her, I knew I was lost the moment she smiled. It was a dangerous and sensual smile, so that in the end we didn't waste much time in the bar.
But now it was different, she was not produced to every man's doom, she was just beautiful. In a way that few women can be.
" Shall we go? " Samantha interrupted my contemplation, surprising me with the direction of my thoughts.
" Sure, Mrs. Ronald is waiting for us," I forced a smile as we walked to the door.
The two of us walked side by side down the street, I felt a few curious glances following us, but I paid no attention. My mind was still stuck in my previous thoughts, as I watched her walking silently beside me. I can't have these kinds of thoughts about the mother of my child.
Not when my greatest desire is to be with someone else.
" Where are we going? " she turned her face to me.
" The ballet teacher at Aspen Elementary School resigned last month. The position is still open, so I talked to the principal.”
" A ballet teacher? " that seems to have surprised the girl " Really?”
" Why not? Let's turn here " I pointed the way.
" A Las Vegas dancer teaching little girls. Aren't you afraid I'll corrupt them? " I noticed an amused glint in her eye.
" I think it will be good for you to train," I joked, "we can have one of these in a few months. And I told Ms. Ronald about the whole situation, and she didn't seem to consider it a problem, considering her background.”
I decided to leave out all the details of my negotiation with the woman.
" I think it will be a boy," Samantha denied, looking around, "and she didn't see a problem?”
" She said she would talk to you," I shrugged.
We walked a few more moments in silence, until I broke it again.
" Do you think about the baby a lot? " I questioned.
The truth is that although I understand that Samantha is pregnant with my child, I have never thought about it that way. I have only thought about her, if that makes sense.
" Well, lately, yes. I wonder what he will be like, if he will look like me or you," she rambled, "and you?”
" Sometimes," I lied, feeling guilty that I still didn't have that desire to meet him.
Not that I rejected him, but it didn't seem so real to me.
" Really? " she gave me an understanding smile.
" Are you enjoying the town? " I tried to change the subject to get away from that feeling.
" It's very beautiful " she turned her face to the peaks that rose in the horizon " is there anything higher?”
" There are some hotels and ski resorts up the mountain," I explained, "but the hotels are usually only open during spring and summer.”
" It is quite different from Vegas.”
"How long had you lived there? " I asked, trying to get to know her better.
" Three years. I joined a dance company when I was twenty-one, we did some shows in California and ended up in Vegas," she said, "I ended up having a fight with one of the girls from the company and decided to leave, and that's when I met Elle. She invited me to be a show girl and I accepted.”
" It's an interesting story " We arrived at the school, I opened the door for Samantha to enter before following her.
" Not at all, but I bet the story of a Greek who ended up in a quiet Colorado town is a better one." She turned suddenly in my direction, allowing me to admire her once more.
"I can talk about this another time, and you can decide if it's interesting or not," I proposed as I arrived at the school office " Hi Dominic, we're here to see Principal Ronald".
The young secretary walked away, leaving me there in Samantha's company.
" This seems like an excuse to get away from the subject, Apollo," Samantha nudged me, and I looked again at her face full of happiness, feeling the sudden desire to kiss her.
Before I could respond, Dominic returned, asking Samantha to accompany her.
I watched her as she walked away, my gaze drawn to her ass, which looked even more perfect than I remembered.
I blinked in a daze, first I wanted to kiss her, now this? All right, I am attracted to the mother of my son, that's no surprise. If it weren't, the son probably wouldn't exist.
Yes, I feel nothing but physical attraction for her. It's not like it is with Harper.
My thoughts turned to my girlfriend, or maybe ex, I didn't know how else to classify her. I could no longer wait for her to make a decision, she had to say something, even if it was a negative answer. I needed to know what was waiting for me from now on.
The sound of footsteps on the floor caught my attention after a few minutes, and I saw the principal coming towards me, standing next to Samantha. I stood up, ignoring my previous thoughts as the two approached.
" Good morning, Adamos," the principal greeted me.
" Good morning Ms. Ronald," I answered cordially, "have you finished?”
" I am taking Miss Hurst to visit our ballet studio " she explained " would you like to join us?”
" Of course " I agreed, setting off.
Helen Ronald introduced the building to Samantha before heading outside, circling the building until she came to a cottage at the back of the property where the studio had been set up. She made some basic introductions and after a quick tour of the space, she made us comfortable with getting to know Samantha's new workplace, leaving with the excuse of taking care of admission papers.
" What did you think? " I questioned as the mother of my son removed her shoes and walked across the shiny floor.
" It won't be that easy," she smiled, "she seemed very suspicious when talking about my experience in Vegas and my pregnancy. But it worked out in the end.”
" You did fine.”
" I didn't realize that you had told her about... you know, the baby," she looked at me blankly.
" Well, it's nothing I should or want to hide," I shrugged, watching her experience all the available space around her.
My gaze locked on Samantha's graceful form as she made a fluid motion, touching the tips of her toes with her fingers, before rising again.
" It seems that being the mother of your child comes with some benefits, Apollo," she glanced mischievously over her shoulder as she walked over to the bar.
" Really? " I held back a smile, walking over to where she was standing.
" Ah yes, she told me that she would give me a chance because of you. And that she trusted your judgment. Somehow I went from being a single mother of dubious origin, to the mother of the youngest Adamos, who just needs a chance. That's a benefit, isn't it? " She smiled.
Samantha held the bar before lifting her leg with ease, supporting it for the stretch. My gaze locked on each movement she performed, I had made good use of her flexibility, but it never ceased to amaze me.
Oh, shit! Why am I thinking about her so much?
" What's wrong? " she took a deep breath before stepping back onto the floor, turning toward me.
I had gotten closer than I thought I would, so that when the girl turned around, she bumped into me. I was quick to catch her, preventing her from falling.
She raised her eyes to mine with a surprised expression on her face. I should have let go immediately, but I continued to hold her close to my body, while admiring her face. Once again I was hit full in the face by the attraction that brought us together, and all those previous thoughts that returned forcefully to my mind. Samantha leaned her face towards me as I unconsciously moved closer, bringing my lips within inches of hers. Our noses were almost touching and I could feel her breathing, so she ended all the distance between us.
Her hands came up to my face, while mine were on her lower back, and she clung her body to mine. Our kiss was far from delicate, it was hungry, full of lust and desire. As always, it only took a small spark for both of us to combust. This was a kiss that I knew well, a kiss that preceded good hours of sex. Sex that resulted in our son.