SASSY💋

π| FOUR

π| FOUR

***That amazing body, how I really want it to be all mine...

~ Carmen

You like the expression that steals her face at your abrupt comment. She stared back at you as heat instantly colours her beautiful caramel skin darker than before. She turns away for a moment -probably to compose herself- and then turns back to you with an impending laugh on her lips. You raise a brow at her and she finally gives into the laughter.

'Are you sure?' she asks you when she is done laughing at whatever it is that has her amused, provided that that whatever is not you.

'Take the step then and let us both find out if I make empty threats,' she said to you. 'Let us both find out if I'm a dog that only barks but doesn't bite.' You can see her swallow softly at your words. Then, she smiles.

'I am going to take your word for it,' she says to you. 'But, I do not want to move an inch.'

'Anything is fine by me,' you simply tell her although you have been disappointed that she didn't take a step towards you. You have already been hankering to hold her in your arms and do to her exactly what you have promised. But still, you simply just shrug it off.

'I would like a drink,' she says to the bar man across the counter as she took a step back, sideways and leaned against the bar counter. You watch her like some obsessed pervert, not taking your eyes off her for even a fraction of a nanosecond.

'What would you like Miss?' the bar tender asks her, coming closer to her. She shrugs before she speaks.

'Anything good, probably an African Zombie?' she says.

'Which is it miss?' the bar tender asks her again. 'Is it anything good or an African Zombie?' he inquired. She laughs at his words and you are convinced then that she is the type who laughs everything off. Mind you, you are never wrong when it came to judging people.

'Do whatever pleases you,' she tells him and smiles radiantly at him. That smile has your previously burning then previously tepid desire coming to life like the embers of a furnace to a full blown flame. You swallow and only then look away from her because you are really really tempted to snatch her away after punching the bar tender into believing that she wasn't his -to smile at.

But then, she is not yours you pathetic bitch, your mind instantly says to you. And you -on the other hand- pick up your forgotten half a glass of sweet blue cocktail and drown inside of it.

@OmaPhinaPhire🔥