Black boots with a little heel, black pants a little tied, black shirt, a little red scarf, a black jacket with thin red stripes, big red bag with a lot of papers, soft make up but red lips, a simple pony tale in my hair. I think I’m ready.
Sometimes I don’t know what time is it, or what city I’m, only know I’m with him and is moment to work. Workaholic. But both are. He, represents to big record label and travel around the world trying to convince to everybody music isn’t dead and how he does so well his work, I’m who does the contacts so fast, the copyright lawyer.
I down by the elevator, he musts wait me impatient, as usual. When I’m go out I saw we are dressed exactly the same: Daniel Kessler in black suit, white shirt and red tie, impeccable. He smiles when notices this. He takes of my hand almost taking me.
“If you and me get agree we never see like the same.”
We go out to 10 a.m: meeting to 11 for an arrangement with Virgin Records. Daniel makes clear what is his position but the director was so enchanted to listen him and the proposal not only thinks is marvelous: she decides gives us more than a little advantage we need it.
Lunch to 1:20 p.m with MoMA director. I believe one of the strongest Daniel’s charms is not only how he talks, is how he listens. The director has a bad day and he decides to tell us. Daniel was all the time alert, interested and even he asked his opinion about a record he just listened. The result: he can’t deny and one of our projects will have a space in the next art exposition.
Board to 4 p.m. For this moment I’m exhausted and the most hard: is my turn. This is the business what bring us here, what depends everything. When we arrived the first he did was an introduction: I don’t remember a single word what he said because I listened a millions of times, what I remember is how he did.
His height never be a problem, always is so sure about himself and that is what he projects, in part I believe is for his suit impeccable style all the time -even I need recognize I saw him intimidated once: when I went to his home to left a papers-. He was stand up, directed the board, his voice is very soft but he speaks in a clear and precise way.
Daniel has the capacity of tell no only the exact words, he can do in a way you feel everything is true. Isn’t that I tell you a lie, but you can feel the truth coming of this mouth. Of course he had lied, but you never know. But in that moment he doesn’t need to lie, every single sound what outs of his lips sounds for everybody like the best idea what nobody has thought.
And after that is me. I remember my mind was in automatic pilot and said everything was need to say about the legal arrangement we will do, but I only could feel his eyes on me, he sit in that chair, look at me, how he uses to do with everybody: makes me feel in the universe was me and him.
I arrived so tired to hotel at 6 only desiring plunge in the bathtub I saw in the room. I asked to one of the garçons bring me a hot tea and dreaming with I have three hours free for me. I full the bathtub, turn on the aromatic candles and all begins to smell to eucalyptus and mint. I’m not a goddess, in fact my body is so far away to be perfect but in that moment I’m alone like who I’m.
I’m siting in the bathtub, almost curled up, and knock on the door.
“Who is it?”
“Tea madame.”
“Please come in. Don’t worry, open the door.”
The bathtub is in the bath a little hide so you only can see when somebody is completely in the room. The garçon is in the door and I make a sign for come in and leave my tea, thing what he does. He smiles but when he goes out I don’t listen closes the door. When I try to see what happen I recognize in the bathroom door a familiar figure: is Daniel.
“Anne, I need…”
He stays looking since the door and as I’m curled up and he can see nothing I feel like he had saw me naked. I see him, trying to asking what he wants. He, for second time since I worked together, I see misplaced for a moment, but suddenly he is the same convincing as usual.
“… I need tonight dinner’s papers”.
I nod and wait to he goes out of the bathroom, but what he does is take one of the bathrobe, open and extends to me, like was a coat. I don’t think in stand up of the bathtub, or that believed until he said to me: “C’mon” and bent his face.
After I think quickly I stand up and dress the bathrobe. First I feel his hands in my shoulders and after in my hips, in a warm way, but I feel a little scared: isn’t for him, is what I feel. We go out and I give to him the papers. He leaves the room and I go back to the bathroom.
Restless, I sit in the bathtub edge. We are three years working together and this is the first time I feel he is seeing me in a different way. This is insane! Daniel isn’t the type of men who look a woman like me. I turn off the light and I decide stay with only the candles’ light and go back to the bathtub.
In a corner, with my face lying in my lap and my eyes closed I have a quiet time until I shudder to listen the water moves.
Surprise: Daniel comes and sits in the bathtub. He is in the opposite corner, siting in the position like mine. I react and see other bathrobe in the floor. For sure he didn’t close the door and how is dark I didn’t see coming. He stares and when he sees my reaction smiles.
“If you want you can go and let me here.”
I take the impetus for do it but that would imply he sees me naked so I go back, frightened in the corner. I can’t deny the fact he is here, in the bathtub, both naked, excite me a little. Ok, so much. Always like him, but I decide never give me illusions and can behave myself normally after a time. Until know.
Again, with his charming smile and his hypnotic voice talks to me.
“Get up, I want to see you.”
I think who is this guy for do what he does, but in the other side, I don’t know how manage this situation. I know when Daniel wants something he can be the most patience person in the world for have it. So, with a little shame I have I get up of the bathtub but in that moment he does the same, taking me for the waist and hugs me.
I feel his breathe so close, his arm around me in the better way like the water and he use is hand for take my hair of my face. I feel in a strong way the temptation for let me go and kiss him, touch his hair, stroke his incipient beard, but I repress myself.
“Why do you do that?”
Sometimes I believe he can read my mind. And that, with his way to do and tell things make him a complete hypnotizer. I only can do what he asked to me and close to him, slowly to kiss his lips. He answers me in a soft way what begins to comes passionate, I can feel that in the moment he takes my hips again. He stops and goes out of the bathtub.
He extends his hand for I go out and I look he is staring me up to down. I feel so ashamed and only give my hand to go out. When I’m in front of him tells me: “You have nothing about feel shame, you are beautiful.”
After that kisses me and he begins to stroke my body and after he lays me against a wall. I let go for what I feel and I begin with one of my hands to take his hair and kiss his neck. He ups my face and tells me close to my ear:
