Sweet Fire

2.

The storm tore at their hair and clothes as they moved. Mr. Johnson's cabin started to appear up ahead and he informed them. "We're almost there, ladies."

That put hopes into their hearts and they pushed on. Sometime later, they reached the cabin and stepped on to the porch. "Let's leave our muddy shoes here." Mr. Johnson pushed the screen door and then warm air blew over their faces.

"It's a good thing I made the fire." They couldn't agree more.

He entered his cabin and went to the fireplace to warm up his hands. The cabin was one large room divided by frosted glasses, into a kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom and there were a few cushioned chairs packed by the fireplace as a sitting area.

"The lights went out a while ago and..." Mr. Johnson got tongue-tied when he spun around and saw the figure standing in his doorway.

A few curly hairs were falling off a loose ponytail, over her temples. Her crop top clung to her like a second skin and he could see her bra underneath. Her skinny jeans were a little too tight and accentuated her curves. He watched her from head to toe and when he finally reached her eyes, he found them watching him.

"Samira, get in here. It's warm." Tamera broke the silence in the room and Mr. Johnson looked away from Samira, clearing his throat.

"I will make dinner." He said and entered the kitchen.

Samira's gaze followed him as he went. She saw him when he was looking at her. Did he find her as attractive as she found him? His looks now were more evident in the light than when they were out in the dark. Mr. Johnson was taller than she thought and more muscular then she imagined. His got full lips, curly black hair and his electric blue eyes were as beautiful as his firm cheekbones. Damn, he was stunning!

"Samira." Tamera called to her and she took her eyes off him. She walked to the fireplace and crouched beside her sister. "Look at you." Tamera whispered while nudging Samira's ribs and giving her a knowing smile.

"What?" Samira looked puzzled.

"Don't act dumb with me because we saw the way Mr. Johnson looked at you. And just right now, you were checking him out as well. You are attracted to each other." Tamera whispered for only the two of them to hear.

Samira smiled with a shake of her head and looked over her shoulder at Mr. Johnson in the kitchen. "The guy is hot, I am hot. You cannot blame us for being attracted to each other." Tamera rolled her eyes and sat down on her wooden floor.

"Anyway, nothing is going to happen between us." Samira ended and sat down as well.

They did not say anything about it again, however both sister were deep in thought.

Samira was not looking for a relationship, not now when there was a lot of work to do at the company. In fact, their journey to Adibo was for business and it will only be for two days. She and Mr. Johnson did not stand a chance of building a relationship in two days, so she was not even going to think about it. He belonged to this town and she belonged to the city.

Unlike Samira who was being pessimistic Mr. Johnson and her, Tamera was optimistic about them. She loved her sister, even though they argued a lot, but which siblings did not fight? Anyway, she really thinks Samira needs a man in her life. She had always put work first and never really had time for relationships.

Sometimes, Tamera believed Samira's nasty temper was because there was no man in her life. Tamera had made up her mind. She was going to make sure they got involved with each other. Someone needed to tame her sister's wild side, and who better to do it than the hot stranger? Mr. Johnson was a good catch and Samira, an even better one.