Amber set the kettle on the stove and pulled out two mugs, laying a tea bag in each before walking over to him. “I see you found my masterpiece.” Her heart leapt as he turned around unexpectedly, his face so close to hers.
A deep yearning took hold of his gorgeous eyes, suggesting a desire so profound it shocked her to look into them. “It’s breathtaking,” he exclaimed, a sudden fire mirroring his gaze. “To meet someone with such a passion is like a breath of fresh air.” He admitted, his tone turning feverish.
He was exactly where she wanted him, deep within her clutches. It wouldn’t be too difficult to drag him down with her into that burning rapture. She knew it was lustful infatuation, but the feeling seized her beyond return.
“Is Charles a fan of art as well?” She licked her lips seductively.
He breathed deeply and backed away, walking over to plush couch. Clearly, he was hanging on to that last shred of control for as long as he could. His attraction to her now was quite obvious.
“You should see my small gallery.” He suggested. “Maybe I’ll take you sometime and let you tell me what you think.”
Her face lit up at the prospects. If there was one thing that grasped her heart above all else, it was art. Why was he so seemingly perfect? The whistling kettle reached her ears and she jumped, rushed over and grabbed it off the stove. Pouring it into the waiting cups, she carefully balanced their fullness out to the coasters just placed down on the small coffee table.
His hand took a hold of hers, carefully sliding down to the hot steaming cup. “Let me help you Miss,” he insisted, taking hold of the warmth, and leaving tingling trails from his touch. “Wouldn’t want to burn those delicate hands of yours.” His voice slurred erotically.
The air grew hot and unbearable. His touch still lingered on her hand, his skin smooth and enticing. Oh God, how she wanted him to stroke her again, even just a little. The consuming desire she felt inside began to crumble away any ounce of control within her body. She needed a release from the torture, which set her soul aflame.
When she set her cup down, he shifted closer to her, setting his down besides hers. Then he brazenly reached out and stroked her cheek, bidding her to face closer to him. His scent enveloped her body, holding her captive to his wishes.
She heard him speak now, but it felt surreal. “Tonight,” He nudged her even closer until his breath gently glided across her dark succulent lips. “I see a thing of beauty before me, but if I stay any longer, I will lose the last bit of control I have left.” He shook his head, and then backed away. “I have to go.” He apologized, breathing deeply to cool his heated blood. “You are worth more to me in the little time I’ve known you than a mere one night stand.”
He stood up, leaving her speechless with a sinking disappointment. Then he turned around, and lifted her to a stand. Caressing her in his arms, he held her close to him, their pounding hearts almost hitting one another. She gasped surprised, holding her breath and wishing he wouldn’t stop. His large arms enveloped her tiny frame, making her feel small and insignificant in their grasp. Upon releasing her, he placed a small kiss upon her cheek. It was light and sweet…and perfect. She blushed.
“It was a pleasure meeting you Ms. Amber.” He so politely said while stepped back. Then digging into his pockets he produced a business card with his telephone number. “For later, when I ask you out on a real date.”
Staring at the card, she examined the gold lettering of his name. “Nice meeting you, too. Thank you for everything.” She beamed, hiding the pool of welling disappointment. “I’ll tell Sasha everything but I’m sure she will refuse the offer.”
“And I don’t take no for an answer.” He turned around and walked down the hall, opened the door and disappeared.
Silence engulfed the little apartment as Amber took in the day. He hadn’t touched his tea but that wasn’t the intention. Taking her phone from her pocket, she sifted through her messages. There were none from her friend, which worried her. Was she okay? Of course she wasn’t. Picking up her purse, she too headed out the door, locking the place behind her. She couldn’t stand leaving her friend alone any longer. Whether she had to fight her or not, she was going to be there for her. That’s what friends did, especially best friends.
Days went by with very little sleep at night for Amber. Most of the time, she spent her nights at Sasha’s house, keeping her from touching the mini bar. Sometimes she had to fight her physically, taking care as not to injure the precious unborn child in her stomach.