Tempted

Chapter 4

Chris

I was to busy spray painting some work that I'm going to drop off and display at the museum later. I damn near almost dropped the bottle out of my hand as my doorbell rung. I sat the bottle down and grabbed a paper towel to wipe the paint off my hands, then I went to answer the door.

My eyes widened as I seen Nia standin in my doorway, and got damn this woman looks beautiful.

"Nia...wow." I cleared my throat.

"Boy close your mouth before flies get in it." She took her hand and covered my mouth, I kissed it.

"I'm surprised you came...I haven't heard anything else. I mean you never gave a nigga a answer." I stepped to the side letting her in.

"I had to think about it." Nia tilted her head to the side.

I turned around and seen what she was looking at which was my art work.

"You like it?" I asked.

"Love it, it's different." She smiled at me.

"Let me finish up these last few details, then I'll take a shower and change."

She nodded her head as she sat in her chair and watched me.

"Where's your husband?" I asked her as I started spray painting again.

"He's gone for the weekend." Nia softly said. "Why?"

"I just asked." I turned back around and smirked as I finished my work. Nia just don't know what she's getting herself into.

Nia

After Chris finished up his painting, I sat on his sofa playing family feud on my phone while he was showering.

25 minutes later I was interrupted by Chris, I couldn't keep my eyes off him.

"Damn." I mumbled to myself.

Chris licked his lips and chuckled As he fixed his SnapBack on his head. "You ready?" He held his hand out.

I placed my hand into his as he helped me up. "I am." I smiled at him. If I smiled anymore my damn cheeks probably would start hurting.

"Nia, why you keep starin' at a nigga? You like what you see?" Chris asked as he helped me into his car.

I turned my head the opposite way. "Boy please, you aight!" I messed with him.

"You keep referring to me as a boy, don't make me have to show you much of a man I am." Chris whispered against my ear.

I felt my body shiver. Why does he do this to me?

The rest of the ride to the museum I was silent, I didn't know what to say to Chris, he just has that effect on me.

About 30 minutes later we pulled up to a fine arts museum. I wasn't surprised to see the parking lot packed, it's L.A people love art out here.

"Christopher, you made it." A short brown skinned woman approached him.

"You already know I had to come through." He gave her a half hug.

"Who's this pretty lady hiding behind you?" The woman asked.

"This is Nia, my neighbor. Nia this is Christina, the owner of the museum." Chris introduced us both.

I held my hand out, but Christina looked at me like I was crazy and pulled me into a hug. "Nice to meet you girl."

"Likewise." I smiled.