TEMPTED. ||BEYNIKA

Sunsets and Tours. 5

ONIKA stepped out of her car and smoothed her dress down. She was wearing a dark blue empire-style dress that cupped her breasts like a second skin and showed a generous amount of cleavage. She had paired it with strappy, high-heeled sandals. It was perhaps a bit too summery for early September. Although the days were still warm and sunny, it tended to cool off at night and she probably should have at least brought a thin sweater with her. It was too late now. 

She was standing in front of Beyoncé's house and her stomach was a sudsy stew of nerves and desire. She'd been surprised when she pulled up to her house. She expected a large and pretentious house and instead, discovered a small cottage with a tiny front porch.  She had to double check the address that Beyoncé had texted her, certain that she was at the wrong house.

She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the good clean smell of the ocean, and started up the cobblestone pathway. She climbed the steps of the porch and stood in front of the door. The front of the cottage was painted a warm cream colour, but the door was painted a bright and cheery red. She raised her hand to knock and then hesitated. It wasn't too late.  She could still get back in her car and drive home to her quiet, safe apartment. But, if she was honest with herself, she didn't really want to play it safe.

There was something about Beyoncé. Something about the way she took control, the way she touched her and brought her so easily to body-shuddering orgasm, that had her craving her in a way she had never craved any person before. Everything about her turned her on, and she couldn't deny that she wanted to experience all that her hard body and sweet words promised. Still, she was playing a dangerous game - one that could cost her job. Her common sense, which was left in the dust for the last few hours, suddenly roared back to life and she took a step backward. 

Before she could turn and run, the door opened, and Beyoncé stood in the doorway.
She wore a wife beater and a pair of sweatpants and she suddenly felt incredibly overdressed. She had slides on her feet, and she watched as she used one of them to push the large black cat that was weaving around her feet, back into the cottage.

"Onika!" She grinned in delight and ushered her into the house. As she stepped into the cool interior and waited for her eyes to adjust to the dim light, Beyoncé looked her up and down.  She wondered what she was thinking. Unlike her work attire that concealed and downplayed her breasts, her dress showcased her chest.

"Beyoncé? Why do you look like that?"

"I'm trying very hard not to just pick you up and carry you to my bedroom like a caveman," she said.

She blushed and slipped her shoes off, feeling nervous and uncertain about her decision to join her. She leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

"You look beautiful, Onika."

"Thank you." She hesitated. "I think I might be a bit overdressed."

She grinned at her. "Trust me, sweetheart. You could have shown up on my doorstep in nothing but a towel and I'd think you were overdressed."

Beyoncé laughed when she blushed again and then took her hand, leading her into the kitchen. She glanced around curiously.  Although the cottage was obviously older, the kitchen was brand new. Stainless steel appliances, granite countertops and sleek, grey cupboards gave it a modern look and feel.

"I like your place," she said.

"Thanks. It's small but since it's just me and Lenny, I figured we didn't need a big place."  She walked to one of the cupboards and pulled out two wine glasses.

"Lenny?"

Beyoncé pointed to the dog that was sitting a few feet away from her and staring unblinkingly at her.