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Date Posted: 13:54:03 06/01/10 Tue
In reply to:
's message, "Just wondering if this passage brings anyone to mind..... ;)" on 13:51:09 06/01/10 Tue
Excerpt from “The Book Club” by Mary Alice Monroe
“The late afternoon sun poured through the enormous gothic windows and spread its light over a wide walnut desk overflowing with papers, books, pens, exam pamphlets and paraphernalia carelessly strewn over every spare inch. Behind the desk a man slouched in a leather chair with his back to them, one ankle crossing the knee, his silver and dark longish hair tousled and his chin cupped in his palm. He was reading a thick book, oblivious, basking in the afternoon light much like a lion king resting on a high rock overlooking the savanna…………
“Dr. Hammond?” called Pat in a gratingly cheery friendly voice. “Coffee! And there’s someone you should meet.”
Eve took a cautious step forward into the light.
The chairman raised his head from his hand as though startled, slipped his glasses off, then turned to look over his shoulder. His blue eyes were as piercing as lasers and made a dramatic contrast to the glowering dark expression of his face. He obviously was annoyed at the interruption.
Eve pulled up short, unprepared. She’d expected some crusty old vulture or a soft-fleshed, benign professor. Dr. Hammond fit neither stereotype. He was clearly a lion of a man, all large chiseled bones and majestic bearing. He was elegantly appointed and outwardly poised, but she could sense a wild fury within held taut by a will of iron. Intelligence shone in his large, deep-set eyes and sensuality teased in his full lips, pursed now in inspection. Streaks of silver at the temples and deep lines carved at the corners of his large eyes placed him somewhere in his mid-fifties, and he had that grace of movement and reserve that was a blessing in men as they aged.
His chair squeaked and he brought his long fingers together to steeple under his chin. He had enormous hands, she noted, and strong heavy bones, unexpected in an English professor. He did not \wear a wedding ring. His eyes grew smoky with curiosity, then appreciation. She might have felt unnerved by the perusal, but instead, quite to the her surprise, she felt a resounding punch of attraction.
Unexpected—and all the more powerful.
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Now where's my library card..... -- The Chief, 10:45:41 06/02/10 Wed 
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