MISTER EX

HIS EYES, NOSE AND LIPS

"Take off your pants." Frank's ordered. While he reached for the first aid kit that his driver had gotten from the trunk.

"Take them off now," his voice softened, "or is it that you want me to do it?"

At that threat, Lea scrambled off his lap, and with as much dignity as possible, he unbuttoned it and ripped the zipper as he pulled it down her knees. At this time, Lea's smooth legs showed up and Frank obviously stared at it in a second. He remembers that he used to kiss those legs before, before their love making at night. He dragged her legs across his lap and dabbed antiseptic on her scraped knees. Lea winced at the sting.

Lea allowed Frank to take her onto his lap, so he could examine her skinned knees.

"What possessed you to jump out of the car like that? Did you think I was going to hurt you? I just want to talk with you." He stopped what he was doing and glanced at her.

But Lea did not look at him. It was bad enough she had to subject herself to his gentle care. "I have a way for you to make up to me for all of your deceit," he said as he placed a clean bandage on her knee.

Lea shifted her eyes to glance at him but decided not to say anything.

Later on;

Frank stared at Lea, her eyes downcast and her glorious mane of her hair coming loose from the bun. She wore the expensive dress, though it appeared similar to the  cheapest dressed she had on yesterday. What she's wearing now is net but wet clothes because of the rain, and her black dull shoes were old and scuffed.

Frank finished bandaging her knees, and she moved her legs off his lap.

Obviously Lea is no longer ashamed to be with Frank who is wearing only a panty. She is so used to it that for the few who see it, they will probably think she is a flirty woman.

Lea leaned back on the seat. "Please let me go," she said, her voice devoid of expression.

"Not before you tell me what you have been doing. Where are you spending all your money? You are single, you make a nice salary at the jewelry store..."

"Made a nice salary? Remember you had me fired," she sniffed.

He almost growled at her, his voice rough, "Be grateful that is all I have done."

She lifted her chin then waved her hand in the air. "Oh, please, I don't want to argue with you anymore."

"That is the first sensible thing you have said today." He helped her remove her wet dress. This time she didn't struggle.

"Frank, let me go." She rested her palm against his chest and muttered, "You're engaged."

His hand engulfed her daintier one as he said, "I see.  I guess... I should tell you about Sarah. You two have the same family name. Do you know her?"

"No I don't." Lea answered.

"How about my younger brother George?" He asked again.

"Of course, I remember him. He was always nice to me."

"Well, you see... Sarah is his fiancée."

Her head snapped up, and she looked at him. "Oh. really..."

With her alluring lips tantalizingly close to his, he found himself unable to resist the temptation. The desire to confirm whether her kiss was truly as captivating as he imagined drove him to seek another taste. Despite sensing her reluctance, Frank persisted, prompting her to part her lips for his forceful embrace.

Lea leaned back, finding comfort in his presence. Shielded by the privacy partition and the dimly tinted windows, she reciprocated his kiss. His tongue delicately traced the contours of her soft, plump lips. As she parted her lips, his tongue eagerly delved into the depths of her mouth, exploring every hidden corner. Their tongues intertwined, and within an instant, she found herself enveloped in his embrace once more. Her passionate mouth expressed its own desires, leaving an indelible mark on Frank's memory that no other kiss could ever rival.

He breathed against her lips. "I wanted to take you away, to someplace where we can be alone." He held her, kissing her neck.

"To my penthouse. I wanted to talk privately with you." He nuzzled her throat and ran his fingers through her silky mass of hair. Gliding the zipper down her back, he tugged her dress to her waist. In the warmth of the backseat, he dragged her against his chest.

His tongue licked her satin skin as he moved to her sensuous lips. He studied her closely. She was beautiful, though thinner than he remembered. He frowned, she is  lightly thin.

Lea quickly averted her gaze and shifted away from him. With a swift movement, she raised her dress to shield herself, sliding one arm into a sleeve followed by the other. Skillfully, she reached behind her back and initiated the process of zipping up the dress.

Despite her attempts, he gently pushed her fingers aside and took over, efficiently completing the task of zipping up the dress. Feeling his touch, Lea gracefully slid off his lap and redirected her attention towards the window, her mind lost in a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions.

Frank tipped his head to one side. Surprised by her thinness and the rags she wore under the expensive dress. He expected a lace and satin bra, but to see cotton, that wasn't bad, it was the fact it was dingy and gray from wear that surprised him. "Lea, what the hell has become of you?"

Her head came up, her eyes blazed. "You did something to me, that's what happened," she snapped.

"Five years ago, you threw me out of your apartment and to your life. Now you get me fired, it's all because of you."

The car pulled up in front of the building. "Frank, let me out," she said coolly, "so I can go back to my life."

Frank reached for the door handle but hesitated. "I want to talk to you. Come with me to..."

She shook her head. "No, never!"

His anger built, nobody ever said no to him. That word, "no" he didn't acknowledge unless he used it. He glanced down at his solid-gold, ultra-thin wristwatch, and his lips formed a straight line.

"This is not over. We will talk, but not now." He helped her out of the car and began to walk her to the building door.

"No, don't. You go." She lifted her hand and made a dismissive gesture as she walked away from Frank.