The Man in the Fedora Hat

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Note to Reader: This is a continuing story. The story begins here if you would like to start from the beginning. I included the last bit from the previous installment to jog your memory. Don’t worry, I’ll be moving on soon from beauty products. I promise!

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She knelt at the creams as if in prayer, whispering the ingredients, “Bionic serum, butylene glycol, plant stem cells, madonna lily, alpha-arbutin.”

This is how the handsome man in the fedora found her.

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“Oh, what do you use? The Alpha Hydroxy Acids? Good, that’s good,” he said, his eyes beamed. Tessa had never seen this man before, but he seemed familiar.

Tessa stood and shook his outstretched hand, his eyes the consistency of warm almond butter and never absent from her deadlocked gaze.

“I used to work for Chanel,” he said, with Tessa supplying the typical nod of admiration and awe. “Now my partner, you know he works for Disney. He has multiple patents supporting the poly. Two is better than one, yes? Remember science class? Let me show you something.”

He did say he worked for Chanel. Did he work here now, she wondered, studying his requisite all black attire, the fedora hat a stylish touch. If did work here, there had been no announcement or recognition that Sultrix had an in-house expert. She teetered behind him as he led her by her wrist.

“Look now at this,” he said, pointing to an expensive line of skin care products called Radi-Essence, displayed in glowing blue bottles.

The man in the fedora hat flashed a smile, radiating warmth and a set of pearly white teeth, set in a jawline quite possibly chiseled from Michelangelo himself. He could have been a poster boy for the blue-bottled products, or anything for that matter. His olive complexion and mysterious accent hinted at the exotic.

He rubbed a cool white cream on Tessa’s hand, a seamless transition as she had never let go of his grasp.

“These products are made from all natural ingredients. Green tea, grape seed, aloe, cucumber, ginseng.” Each of her fingers received a generous massage with each reference to plant, food, or herb.

Tessa hoped she wasn’t drooling. A heavy tug-of-war played in her head, pounding back and forth between her temples. The price for last night’s drinking was rearing its ugly head. She tried to concentrate on the soothing scent and its known properties to erase and purify, two things Tessa wished for at that moment.

The man in the fedora couldn’t have noticed, as she closed her eyes and appeared tranquil, smiling, the massaging working wonders, escorting Tessa to a sunny, white sandy beach.

“Now this,” he picked up a smaller bottle filled with a clear liquid. Tessa fluttered her eyes open. “This is a bionic serum with a targeted pigment control system. It has a triple boost of collagen. It’s going to help you with any redness in your face. Here.” He rubbed the jellied serum on the top of her hand, one of the few remaining untreated spots. The redness left her hand, replaced by a yellow hue.

“Would you look at that?” he said. “Smell this. Mmm.”

“Wow,” Tessa said.

“It’s like nectar from the gods,” he put the container up to his nose. She smelled a tangy sweetness, followed by an urge to hurl.

“Wow,” Tessa said. His manicured hands smooth like silk touched hers. Tessa then realized it was the only word she had spoken to him the entire hand-holding session. It seemed natural for him to touch her, and she didn’t want him to let go.

“You could start with this kit,” he told her. “You would have your daily moisturizer with sunscreen, and the restorative cream for night, and then there’s this.” He had one last trick to perform. Tessa held up her other hand. Instead her dotted her cheek with a small amount of cool gel. “This is the bionic serum,” he lightly patted her cheek and now dabbed an infinitesimal amount on her nose and the other side of her face. “Antioxidants to repair any existing damage. You look radiant.” He put the kit in her hands with a smile.

She looked down to study its contents, and the man in the fedora vanished, almost as if had never been there at all. She closed her eyes in exhaustion, remembering she had yet to work. Maybe with enough points and her employee discount, she could afford the box of magic potions. She didn’t want to let down the man from Chanel. Radiant, she thought.

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45 Comments on “The Man in the Fedora Hat

  1. Sounds like I’m very deficient in my beauty routine. Then again, something tells me his box of potions may not be all they seem. :)

  2. That was a very good piece of work Amy. So much so, that I was almost seduced by the man in the fedora hat ;) xox <3

  3. I am sure there is much more to the hat topped man with the chiseled chin. Left us wanting more Amy which is always a good sign. :-)

  4. Oh how I wish the man in the fedora would drop in on me. He sounds absolutely fabulous. Really, don’t we all need someone to treat us that way, if only for a few minutes?

    • It would be nice, wouldn’t it? If we just snap our fingers, and there he would be, rubbing lotions and potions on us. A few minutes can be everything. Am I right? Thanks, Michelle. Love you comment.

      • I used to wear a fedora (I was young and foolish).
        You’re not saying I’m sinister???

      • No way, Guapo! Never! I just don’t see it. I see the Hawaiian shirt though. Ha ha.

  5. Okay, well, now I understand why that last line in the first story was important, to introduce this rascal. Dying to know where this is going, great build up of this guy and of the mystery. Also, I like Tessa, hung-over and all.

    • Oh cool, thanks! Yeah, I did have a reason. I’m glad it makes it sense to you. This whole story is a mystery to me, too, Trent. But I’m liking it. It’s fun to write. Thanks for reading and for your thoughtful comments.

  6. There is nothing like a relaxing massage, a gentle caress to invigorate the senses, a sweet touch…
    Enough, just grab a towel that’s all you will need for this one, and yes I am being a tad facetious, though
    the thought is still lingering…

    Have a lovely Monday Amy and keep writing these gems :)

    Andro xxxx

    • You’re so funny. Thanks for your entertaining comments! A message of the hands can work wonders. And the feet…You can stop time with that one. Thanks a lot, Andro. I will try. xox

      • I think anything that adds a sweetness of life
        is good, I will be round in five minutes ;) lmao

        Hey just kidding…

        A happy Thursday to you my sweet friend :)

        Andro xxxx

  7. Tessa’s day definitely sounds like one of mine after a night of partying, Amy… I used to meet people who weren’t there! I still do now, actually, although without the partying! What will happen next, I wonder?

    • Tom, thanks for your comments! You meet people who aren’t there. That made laugh. Oh yes, it still happens that people aren’t there, just for different reasons! I don’t know, but I will have another segment up in a couple of days! Stay tuned. Thanks for reading, Tom.

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