Siren Call

Jealousy

Stepping out of the shower, I pulled a white, fluffy towel from the radiator and wrapped it around my waist. Walking over to the mirror, I wiped the foggy condensation from the glass and looked at my reflection. My wet hair looked almost black, water was dripping from the ends that hung near the front, splashing onto my chest and running down my torso in shimmering trails until they disappeared into the soft towel. My skin was a little flushed from the hot water and steam, making my natural olive tone, look darker and sunkissed. I ran my hand along my jaw, feeling the stubble under my fingers, trying to decide whether it needed a trim or not. It usually could have waited another day, but given the occasion, I decided on a slight tidy up. I was afterall about to meet her colleagues and bosses. I wanted to look good, for Kat, and to make the right impression.

It didn't take too long to finish getting ready. Soon enough I was folding my shirt collar down over my tie and slipping on my black suit jacket to complete the look. Taking a quick glance at the clock, I made my way out of the room and downstairs, gathering up my wallet, car keys and phone from the side table. The little blue light flashed to signal that I had a new message. Unlocking the screen, I saw Jamie's name, a short message underneath:

I haven't heard back, do I presume you are dead, or severely injured?

I laughed and began typing a reply.

Oh, don't worry about me. Worry about yourself. The moment I get ahold of you, you'll be the one needing a eulogy bro.

I pocketed my phone and wallet and went outside, jumping in the car, then set off for Kat's place.

Knocking on her door when I arrived, I quickly did a brush down over my suit. It wasn't entirely unusual for me to be dressed smart. My job involved occasions for smart and casual dress, but the full suit and tie appearance wasn't one that I did a lot of the time. It felt restrictive and I found myself already wanting to lose the jacket and tie. I heard footsteps on the other side of the door and took a deep breath. Blowing it out just as the door clicked, then was pulled open. My mouth nearly dropped in awe as I was greeted by a beautiful sight. There she stood, glowing in the hallway lighting, in a floor length, shimmering white gown. The silky material touched the floor, completely covering her feet, and judging from her increased height, considerable sized heels. It's plunging neckline looked perfect on her, showing just the right amount of her cleavage and soft, golden skin. An elegant, crystal decorative piece lay just at the base of the neckline, like a half belt, that pulled the dress at the perfect angle to accentuate her tiny waist and gather the fabric to suit the silhouette. Her hair was down, in gentle waves, the sides pulled back from her face, showing off the sparkling droplet earrings she'd chosen to wear. The look was completed by a slightly heavier make-up than usual, not quite a dramatic, night wear style, but something with a little more sass than her day to day natural look. Her eyeshadow was a darker chocolate brown, that brought out the colour of her eyes even more. I found myself almost hypnotised by them.

"Wow. You look beautiful Kit Kat." I said softly, unable to tear my gaze from her stunning body.

She looked down, her cheeks flushing a light pink as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and mumbled a quick word of thanks. It was such a big change seeing her so nervous, she always had such boldness and character. This side of her seemed to appeal to me on some level though as I instantly felt a rush of protectiveness, mingling with an urge to claim her, mind, body and soul, keeping her for myself. I was partly pissed that we now had to go out, and that I had to share her with countless people for the hours ahead, but I forced myself to remember that the event was for charity, and swallowed my own scorching, selfish desires.