Esmeray Thornton is just a twenty-year-old woman trying to piece together her life after a tragedy shattered what little she had managed to build over the years. With no other choice, she has to drop out of her dream university in the bright, gliste...
WATER DROPLETS SLIP from the heavens and pound against my exposed skin, leaving such a shape sting with each drop that hits me I'm certain that I'll be covered with welts in the morning. My worn-down, dusty sneakers slide across the wet pavement as I attempt to jog over to the dark crimson car parked beside the pavement, the sedan beeps twice before I hastily grab at the handle, and practically throw myself into the passenger sit, the car door smacking against the wet, heavy jeans clinging to me thighs.
The woman with the bronzed skin jumps in with just as much hast as she tries to escape the intensity of the weather, a breathless laugh slipping from her wet lips as she falls against her leather seat. "God, that was unexpected. I couldn't even here the storm from inside the building," her long, delicate fingers pull at the soaked strands of her hair as she flings it behind her back, before starting up her engine.
I murmur in agreement, unable to focus on anything other then her in this very moment. My eyes travel down over the soaked, dark red singlet clinging to her bare skin, her nipples erect through the thin piece of fabric. Heat pools in between my thighs as I squeeze them close, trying to take tame the many thoughts spiralling in my mind. I drag my eyes away from her top and back up to her face only to find her gazing at me through her thick, dark lashes and what seems to be her signature smile tugging at her pouty lips once again.
I whip my head around, my soaked hair wiping my exposed skin with the sudden motion, as heat scolds my now pinkish cheeks. My fidgeting finger tips grapple at the course hems stitching my navy jeans as thoughts fling across my mind.
Why? Why would I do that? Openly check her out while she's right beside me? Or at all? She's my coworker. Fuck, if I could, I'd be leaping out of this gorgeous car jump bounce straight in front of another one that just so happens to be driving by.
What, I've been so touched deprived that the moment a pretty girl gives me even any hint of attention, I practically throw myself at her while sopping wet in an overtly baggy pollo top I found at the bottom the pile in the lost and found.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Did you see something you like, my dear?"
My dear.
It creates a lump to form in the back of my throat at her soft, caressing words that have fallen from her rosy, pink lips. My light moss green irises drag away from the spot I'd banished them too in my total mind freak out, and slowly sulk back over to her delicate features, her smile is soft before turning her attention back to the road.
"Because I know I do," she soothes as her gaze travels down my body.
We seat in silence for most of the ride to my place, only the sound of our breathing and our own conflicting thoughts to keep us company doing the short ride. Surprisingly, she doesn't listen to the speed limit at all, and instead always does twenty miles over the suggested limit. I can't help but glance over at her from time to time, wondering what topic of conversation to break the silence that's suffocating me, I would also say her, but every time I convince myself to glance over, she seems so relaxed, one hand on the wheel as she hums a sweet melody to herself, as if she's just waiting for me to utter something.
My fingertips play with the rough fabric of my dress, pondering why I didn't choose to wear something more...mature. Something the didn't hang off my body like a blob, but instead clings to each and every one of my curves, leaving little for her to have to image, something that left her desiring my touch as much as I desired hers.
Desire hers.
I push a lick of my damp hair behind my ear as the water droplets slide down my cheeks, "what area do you work at the vixens?"
"I work the pole," her dark brown gaze meets mine for a brief moment, unwavering as he speeds down the straight stretch.
No wonder she's so lean.
I wonder how one comes across such a job, it's not exactly a subject you'll find when applying for colleges or universities.
"You probably get this question often, but how'd you come across this job? If you don't mind me asking," my voice is meek as I question her.
Her eyes glass over for a moment, as in thought, "I use to do ballet growing up. At first it was nothing more then an outer school hobby a much younger version of me had dreamed of doing, but as I grew, it began to consume every aspect of my life, and was no longer a young girls dream but now becoming a duty that I was expected to succeed at," her hands grip the wheel as she continued on with her story, "one day, after failing to get into my parents dream University, I come to a small bar on the out skirts of the city, and I decided I'd drink my way though the shame that was consuming me."
She takes a deep breath in, the tension in her features now desaturating a bit.
"And for the rest of the night, I watched as the women twirled their bodies around on poles, so elegantly that it reminded me of the ballet shows I use to watch when I was younger. It inspired me, and I hadn't felt that in a long time."
A small smile pulls at my lips as I let her words play like symphonies in my mind.
"I'm glad you were able to find something that inspires you again," she hums delightfully in response.
The vehicle falls into another silence, but one the doesn't feel as chocking as the last one had been. The car comes to a stop, the muddy pebbles skidding slightly under the wheels with the sudden action.
"If you want, I can teach you,"
"How to pole dance?" My brows shoot up and eyes widen, my tone mocking, "I do not believe I'm even capable of lifting myself on a pole, I'd fall off immediately, then somehow fall of the little round stage," I say as a strangled laugh escapes from the back of my throat.
"No need to worry, I'd catch you."
Her gaze holds mine and I can't seem to pull myself from the intensity that swims within her features in this moment.
For the second time tonight, butterflies flutter in the bottom of my stomach leaving me clenching my plump thighs together, as my thoughts start to wonder slightly off subject.
leisurely, she guides her hand down to where her seat buckle is and lets the click echo around us as it snaps past her chest, then begins to lean over my body, one hand against my head rest, the other on the door handle as she pushes the door open.
Her lips are now only a few inches away from mine, her cherry scented breath fluttering gently over the apples of my cold cheeks. Heat radiates off of body as she hovers over mine now very tense figure, alerting me how so very close she is.
Her eyes flick down to my lips, momentarily, "thought I'd give you a hand, show you how helpful I can be."
"I can see that," my words of breathless as I stare up at her smouldering gaze.
She gently falls back into her seat her hair swaying with the motion, and somehow, I pull my body out of that car and walk back into my house without my knees buckling underneath me.
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