Love is Crazy...

Chapter 3: His Words

"What are you doing?"

"Watching Kingdom..like I aways do. Why?"

I smiled. I thought it was funny that he was watching his twin on tv.

"Please come to this poetry club with me. I need to get out. Work is stressing me & need some fun!"

I could hear Nick moaning & groaning on the other end. I knew getting him to go would be like pulling teeth because he hates poetry.

"Ugh. Fine I'll go. Only because I want you to have some fun"

"Ahhh! Thank you!" I squealed, "i love you so much dude"

He laughed, "Yea. Yea. Just be ready in an hour "

"Ok. Bye"

I stood in the mirror making sure I looked decent. My curly hair which I highlighted with a dark red was up in a messy bun with a few strands hanging down. The dark eyeliner I put on really made my big brown eyes pop. Eyeliner & mascara was the only thing I really used because I hate makeup. The jeans I had on were dark and fitting which gave the illusion that I had a rump back there. The top that I chose was a nice fitting heart shaped tank top. Tonight I was feeling flirty & I wanted my outfit to show it. I grinned at myself for looking mighty fine. My buzzer went off so I knew Nick was here. I grabbed my coat and rushed to the door to open it. Nick was standing there with his back turned. He slowly turned around and looked me up and down with a certain look on his face.

"Who are you trying to impress?" he asked.

"Not you," I laughed and walked past him.

Fifteen minutes later we were seated in the Dolce Lounge enjoying some good jazz music. Rather I was enjoying it. NIck just complained the whole time. I politely ignored him but engaged in conversation wtih him. Every now and then I would look at him and smile because he was so cute. The lights began to dim has the music faded away. The women in the place began to make sensual sounds and started to snap their fingers. NIck and I looked around to see what was going on. 

"What the hell is going on here? Is this why you wanted to come here?" Nick asked looking at me but I did not answer him  My attention was on the figure that was sitted on the stage. I had never seen such a beautifu specimen. Dark wavy hair and nice smooth facial hair that was trimmed so well. His skin such a flawless Ivory. But what captivated me the most were his eyes. He had such a gaze that when he looked at you it was like he was making love to your soul. 

"Sasha.."

He started to speak. His voice boomed in my ear. Smooth, elegant and sensual. The words that he spoke. His words grabbed hold of me. He looked around the room as he gave us a taste of his thoughts and then his eyes stopped on me. He continued to look me in the eyes as he spoke his beautiful words of poetry. As he looked at me through those brown eyes rimmed with dark long lashes, I could feel myself getting warm..and maybe..even a little wet. 

"....Sasha?"

His poem ended and he was gone. The ladies gave him a standing ovation snapping those manicured fingers of theirs. 

"Sasha?!"

I looked at NIck like I was just snapped out of a trance.

"What?", I asked him still a bit flustered.

"Are you ok?" he asked with a bit of a smirk on his face. 

"Yes. Why?"

He smiled. " You were ..uh..you kinda made a noise."

"A noise?"

He laughed some more and mimicked the noise to me, which was kinda a soft whimper. I immediately began to blush.

"Did I, really?" I asked trying not to look so embarrassed. 

"Uh yea. Ya did. Now can we get out of here? Im hungry" Nick stood and began to walk away from the table. 

"Yea. Sure." 

I was hungry too. And my soaked panties told me that i was hungry in more ways than one.