“I need you to dazzle me,” Barbara said.
“Huh?” Dwayne looked up from the papers he was grading to see his fiancée looking down at him with her arms positioned defiantly on her hips. “What do you mean?” he asked her.
“You’re the professor, Dwayne,” she said. “You figure it out.”
“You want me to dazzle you? How?”
“Oh for God’s sake, Dwayne,” Barbara said angrily. “I want you to amaze me, to impress me, to put me in awe of you, to take my breath away, to leave me speechless.”
“Where is this coming from, Barbara?” Dwayne asked. “I’m grading papers now. You’re distracting me. I’ll dazzle you some other time.”
“No,” Barbara said. “Not some other time. Now! I need you to sweep me off my feet this instant!”
Dwayne put his red pencil down, took off his glasses, gazed deeply into Barbara’s eyes, saw her look of determination, and knew that he had no choice but to figure out a way. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll dazzle you.”
As Dwayne started to get up out of his chair, a large grin surfaced on Barbara’s face. Then she started laughing.
“What’s so damn funny?” Dwayne asked.
“Sit back down, Dwayne,” she said.” I confess that I just wanted to see if I could still get you to focus on me, instead of on your stupid papers. And I did, so I’m happy. Finish grading your papers and when you’re done, I’ll dazzle you.”
Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write prompt. We are supposed to “write about something dazzling – whether it’s an object, a moment, a piece of clothing, etc.”