There was a warm breeze that tingled the nerves on the back of my neck and cheeks and rays from the bold sun that turned my skin into a dewy gem, but I didn’t blink. My dark, glossy, collarbone length hair was slicked back into a sleek eye level ponytail with the crown textured a bit. A heavy strip of eyeliner on my upper lash line that started out as a thin dotting and faded into a curve at the center of my temple and a sheer gloss was all I had on my face, excluding the ferocious leer and the black round acetate sunglasses that I often used for protection. Tiffany solitaire diamond earrings in platinum was the only piece of jewelry I wore. A polished black one-button closure blazer was what I wore over the lustrous groves in my abdomen and matching boot leg pants that slightly covered the high stiletto heel of my black suede mules. After work I had ditched the white button down blouse I wore. My nails, on both my feet and hands, were nude and elongating. My fingers on my left hand were tightly wrapped around my titanium BlackBerry when it buzzed in my palm.
It wasn’t until I spotted him about twenty feet away lingering by the entrance and speaking into his cell phone that I realized that I was going out with a NBA player after he’d fished my number out of the Yellow Pages. Who even goes through all that trouble for some digits? I never even knew I was listed. When he noticed me, ambling towards him with my chin parallel to the ground, he quickly pulled the phone from the side of his face and slipped it into his pocket. I slightly parted my lips, breathed, shut them closed again. I stepped to him and waited until he spoke first. I smuggled my sigh in as his eyes dipped low and gradually crawled back up the length of my body.
“Interesting outfit.”
I was a working girl. What did he expect? A tunic and leggings? I pulled down my tinted frames and tucked them into my purse. He grinned as I put my hand in his and walked through the double doors opened by two hosts. He followed my lead with his hand resting on the small of my back.
“I knew you’d like it.”
A waiter dressed in spectacular black with a contrasting white apron covering his lap greeted us with a dusty French accent.
“Follow me.”
We did in silence until we reached the table. We watched as the waiter assured us that someone would be along shortly and as he pulled my chair out for me. Dorian eyed me from across the table until I grinned took the seat that had been offered to me. The waiter then politely asked us for our drinks.
“Just a cranberry juice.” My date replied.
Mindless chatter over low drumming sounds filled the background.
“And for you, my dear?”
I leaned my neck towards our temporary servant and replied without moving my head or looking at him.
“I’ll have a water with spearmint leaves.” I finally tilted my head and let my eyes flutter upward to look him in the eyes. He gave me a faint smile and nodded
When he departed from our table, I waited a couple seconds before I sat back in my chair and crossed my legs.
“You’re already too corrupted to try and become pure now.” he rasps jokingly and opens his menu.
I cleared my throat loudly,
“I was only trying to look out for the bill.”
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