Fatal Jealousy: Black Widows #1

Chapter Four

"I paint when I'm happy and when I'm sad. I paint when I need to think, painting is in every part of my life." She shrugged her shoulder. "It's the feeling I get when my paint brush introduces the canvas to my imagination and emotions. Everything just seems to make sense when I paint. And the world just stands still for that moment..."
Carson watched, as the emotions danced on her face, echoing her love for painting. For that moment she looked so.... perfect. "I love your passion."
Ellie turned to look at him. She felt very shy under his sweet gaze. "Passion is very necessary in life."
The corner of his lips rose seductively, "Because it leads to ecstasy and complete satisfaction."
Ellie cocked an eyebrow at him, "Dale, is sex all you think about?"
"I also have some artistic background."
"Of course you do!" She said, sarcastically.
"I'll have you know I was essential in all the art classes."
Ellie noticed the defensive tone in his voice. She decided to show a little interest, "Were you a tutor? And which class did you like most, sculpture or painting?"
"Both." He moved closer to her, placing his hand behind her and leaning forward leaving an inch between their faces. "I was the subject."
Ellie held her breath, captivated by his eyes. It was like getting tempted with a one kilogram box of chocolate. You know you shouldn't have too much of it, but the sweet arousing temptation is just too good to pass up.
The spell was broken when the waiter came with drinks, "Carson! It's been a while." He turned and looked at her and nodded with approval. "She's sizzling."
Carson handed him his gold card, "Find your own date, Teddy."
Walking away, "I can try but she won't be as appetizing. She's a perfect ten Carson!"
"Nice friend," Ellie whispered, biting the inside of her cheek to hide her annoyance. She wondered if this was a routine for Dale. Did he bring all his dates to his spot or only the ones that proved hard to bed on the first date?
He handed her the martini, "He's too nosy for his own good."
"Why? Because he rates every girl you bring here?" She pointed to the bar, her livid gaze set on him, "When is he going to hold up my score card, I'd like to know if I'm top five?"
Carson heard the anger in her voice and he knew the date was about to go up in flames. He took her drink and placed it on the table. Grabbing her hands he pulled her off the couch and dragged her to the dance floor. "Before the possibility of a third date is ruined, let's go dance."
"Dale..." she started, reluctantly.
"No talking, just dance." he spun her around and brought her to an abrupt stop against him. He dipped her low and then slowly bringing her up, whispered in her ear, "You are the only girl I've brought here," he chuckled, "I met the others here." He held her close to him.
*Unbelievable, arrogant ass!* "Of course you'd think that makes everything better. I should feel extra special!" She said, with a sarcastic smile.
"Ellie-" he started but she cut him off.
"You brought the new sheep to join the rest of the flock in the shaving barn." He looked away, sucking in his lips to hide his smile. That only angered Ellie more. She looked around, "Any of your one night stands here? I'm not going to risk getting beat up over a man, especially not you."
Carson laughed, swaying to the beat, forcing her to move with him. "They understand. They love dancing and salsa has a way of provoking desire.... and passion."
Ellie saw the desire in his eyes as his hand settled on her back, right above her ass. She leaned closer to his ear, "It's going to take a lot more than dancing before I let you get your passion anywhere near mine."
Carson laughed, spinning her around again. He stopped, her back against his chest, "You are evil, a complete temptation that drives me crazy. I like it."
It only took a minute before the music took over her. "I'm not like your type of girl, and I'm determined to teach you that before whatever this is goes any further, or ends."
"I'm going to enjoy the lesson," he ran his fingers lightly down her arm. He smiled at the goose bumps his touch gave her. She gasped and placed her hand over his when he trailed his finger tips up her thigh, pulling her dress up with his thumb. As much as she fought it, she wanted him. He brushed his nose along her neck and then planted a track of kisses when she turned her head on to his shoulder.
He whispered in her ear, "And don't worry it's going to be an exclusive lesson."
She placed her hand on the back of his thick neck, "You, going off sex for days, weeks and maybe even months? Are you sure you can handle that?" She teased.
He turned her to face him. He brushed his lips over hers, "I don't think we'll make it to months. And besides, when we finally indulge in the passion, it's going to be explosive. I'm not going to risk tainting that." He bent her over and placed a trail of kisses down her neck to the sweetheart top of her dress.
She gasped, sinking into the pleasure his lips gave her. "We are never going salsa dancing again." She whispered.