Lovers Questcopywrite

Chapter One

“Did you ever wish you could stop your daily routine, completely stop everything you were doing and make love all through the afternoon?”  The slender figure of a woman appeared at the revolving glass door.  She was leaving here forty-seventh floor  prestigious office , at 9 West 58 Street.  The Solow Building had the distinction of being the most expensive commercial real estate in the city.  Part of the price had to be its breathtaking million-dollar view of the park.  All cities are different.  A fast past rhythm of cosmopolitan contrasts says New York and a huge black Miro statue which appears to bow to you as you exit says awaiting stretch limo. 

   The white limo past the Plaza Hotel Oyster Bar where Danielle Steel ate crispy oysters once a week.   "Dam this traffic I am going to be late."   The creator of  Sexy Web magazine caught the web wave and made her first fortune.  President Steel had moved mountains to attain her success, but was helpless in NYC traffic.  She looked at a  small canopy with a sign,  Astrology  / 22 West 58 Street  / Claraboyant.  "I will never understand real estate.  My landlord charges me a small fortune for office space.  How does a claraboyant afford prime property."  Danielle Steel's Fragrance IPO was her second fortune.   It made her paper rich.  The last several years were devoted to work with no time to play.

She often dreamed about  her driver He was physically attractive.  Long beautiful blond hair on a body builder was tempting.  Palomino was an eighteenth century knight trapped in the twenty-first century.  He was also Danielle’s trusted chauffeur.  “I’m so happy you have taken my advice to appreciate this lovely day.”  He adored the beautiful woman.  "Relax, mid day traffic will open at the light."   They stopped in front of Bergdoff Goodman's display window where a lifeless manikin was decorated in an exquisite Velaseo Anderson design that expressed the theme “Art of the Simple.”  Danielle wore  simplicity with sophistication.  She adjusted her skirt to its hemline three inches below the knee.  A glance at the hairless manikin was satisfactory.  Her identical suit with a two-inch belt was her sexy power style.  The red handkerchief tucked in the jacket pocket was her power statement.  She adjusted and tightened the soft suede belt around her nineteen-inch waist.  "I love the design of these pockets they emphasized my hip line."  Cleavage imagination, was created from the dramatic flow of her long neckline to the low placement of buttons on the suit.  A jacket lapel cut with support for her breasts did not interfere with cream color suede material.  Danielle wet her fingertip and gently rubbed the nipple of her  33C breast.  

Palomino pressed the break petal  stopping the white limo at Central Park West across from Trump Parc.  "Do you wish to exit Ms. Steel."  The familiar landmark of gold trim expressed the New York mentality, Trump town.  The classy lady looked in all directions.  She dipped her Serengeti sunglasses to read the bus sign , Adopt a Pet.   

“Where are you?”  The masculine voice coming from the small cellular phone said, “at the park.”  She shook the phone as if it did not work and spoke, “I’m under the street sign Center Dr.”  The male phone voice gave her directions.  “Palomino, we are at the wrong end of the park.  Let me off at the Central Park West entrance."  

At Central Park South a fashionable lady stepped out of her limo.  She looked up at the one block construction site.  The sign on the twenty-two story high crane said, Jakes Federated Equipment.  "Real estate, I never will understand real estate."  Her confident walk and spectacular clothes had men and woman turning their heads as she strolled to the figure of a Greek God with large muscular legs and a strong abdominal.  She was feeling very sexy.  Their phone conversation had lasted an hour.  The twenty-eight year old sophisticated lady was exploring her first blind date.  She had accepted the invitation because she was so impressed with the sincerity of Jacks conversation.

The out of town businessman was a guest at Trump International Hotel.  The six foot middle-aged Vice President of American Health Fitness crossed Central Park West and stopped at the newsstand.  The Wall Street Journal front page carried the story of his companies expansion plan.  The three year contract he signed compensated him with a common stock position and options which were worth several million dollars.   At the Merchants Gate stone sign wall he smiled .  One of life's twist had taken place today.   A call to merchandise perfumes with other health and beauty products for his pet project had landed him a new lady with a sexiest voice.  He dialed excitedly.  "You said a suede suit."

He walked to the statue of a nude mother holding her child.  He anticipated his passion as she said, “Where are you?” He replied, “I’m at the statue.”   She firmly said, “Go to the green coffee kiosk.”  The kiosk sign menu read, morning treats, bagels.  He laughed, “Danielle, I really want to meet you.  Stop teasing me.”  She laughed joyfully, “Do you have muscular legs like the Greek statue?”  The solidly built two- hundred and ten pound weight lifter replied, “I thought you were going to love me for my mind.  Should I order the crepes know?”  The thirty-three C cup with a nineteen inch waist and thirty-four inch hips replied, “Make an about face, pass the statue and walk to the other green hut.  Lets stop playing phone tag.  If you can not recognize me, I will buy you a blind mans cane.”  

Danielle Steele in her cream suede suit against the kiosk backdrop of green walls was so stunning a sightless man could not miss her expensive perfume scent.  Jack Coltan appreciated beauty.  He was a collector of art, a critic of food, and a lover of music.   His passion could be summed up with one word, woman.  “Finally I can place your voice to your face.  You take my breath away.” 

Danielle was thrilled.  She felt Jacks biceps while kissing his check.  She had imagined an intellectual from their conversation and was pleased her new man was also a physical attraction.  He was handsome and wore a two button brown suit like a model.  His premature gray hair was another sexy surprise.  She was positive they would have an afternoon to remember.  “I have not been in the park since I moved to my office.  Lets walk.”  

A blue sky with floating white clouds had the natives enjoying a summer day.  Two athletic girls with well endowed shapes skated together.  One girl had two focal points, short shorts and an interesting large flower tattoo on the back of her neck.  She sang a song, “My flower is there so you do not do me.”  The other skater had check short shorts, that excited the male population.  Her long light brown hair covered her neckline.  “Do you have any interesting tattoos?”  In her sexiest voice she replied,  “I have two gorgeous tattoos.  I’m not a lawyer, so I will not allow you disclosure.  You will have to find them on your own.”  A chance meeting had brought two lovers together.  

They interrupted their stroll to watch an artist sketch the beautiful facial features of an exotic woman.  Danielle loved beauty and commented about the woman's hair, clothes, and figure.  "She is a stunning woman.”  Jack looked at the portrait of James Dean.  "What would James Dean be doing on an afternoon like today?”  She squeezed his hand confidently, “making love to me.”  The portrait next to Deans of Marilyn Monroe was sexy.   Danielle asked the question, " what would Marilyn Monroe be doing on a sexy afternoon?”  The sex game was in play.  Jack answered, “making passionate love to me.”   She said, “we do agree.”

The artist held up a portrait of Albert Einstein at the couple’s request.  Danielle asked Albert a question.  “Mr. Einstein what do two passionate humans do for the rest of the afternoon?”  They looked at each other and spoke at the same time.  “Love.”  The sophisticated meeting had released their passions and the miracle of cellular had the limo at the exit to Central Park South.