It's another #writerwednesday, and Elias Da Silva is taking a moment to check out something that's caught his eye. But the fire of desire that rises in him, quickly turns into a different type of heat...
Breasts thrust in the air, arms askew, back arched, her hips supported by a cushion, Kennedy’s t-shirt slipped free of her tight, knee-ripped jeans. Her exposed mid-section quivered slightly at the air blowing in. Licking her lips, she angled her head, and lost her breath, as she attempted to consume the fullness of it.
A soft moan escaped her lips. Jazz played softly in the background, and the scent of jasmine saturated the air. She was intoxicated with the ambiance and tried to get more.
Elias struggled with his physical reaction towards her. Kennedy was beautiful on a regular day, breathtakingly gorgeous on the night they’d had dinner, desirable the night she’d come to his party and had one too many drinks, but here on his café floor like this she was sexy, and he wanted her.
He gripped the counter of the nearby coffee bar, trying to restrain himself. Closing his eyes, he tried to think of unicorns and butterflies, to stop the physical reaction his manhood was having towards her. It was no use. The only thing he saw behind his shuttered eyes was her underneath him, his arms wrapped around her back, as she arched trying to take in all of him.
Elias yearned to know what that sliver of skin peeking from under her t-shirt felt like. He wanted to taste those lips she had just licked, and make love with his tongue to that little slip of tongue that had been exposed for just a moment.
Running his hands down his face, he recalled there were other staff members around. Despite his greatest desire he would never do anything to disrespect Kennedy, nor would he embarrass her in front of anyone.
Come on, man, get a grip, he warned himself. He decided he would bring attention to his presence, and hopefully cause her to change positions. The last thing he needed was someone else seeing her in that position and desiring her the way that he did. The thought of that brought anger to the forefront of his emotions, causing his erection to decrease.
“There you are,” Elias stated, kneeling beside her on the floor of Friday Night Expressions. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
Kennedy remained silent, clicking off several shots in succession. He waited patiently, trying to see what she saw on the ceiling above her. Elias wondered how she viewed the ceiling and what she thought of it. If there were any way possible, he would have wanted to see it through her eyes.
He had commissioned a couple of independent artists who frequented the café to paint a mural on the ceiling. African-American men and women sang, played instruments, read poetry, wrote novels, and painted all on his ceiling.
Setting her camera down beside her, Kennedy sat up, and swiveled her legs around to face Elias. She rested her arms on her knees and smiled at him.
“Checking to see how you were coming along? We have a band that’s supposed to rehearse in about a couple of hours, but they needed to move it up an hour earlier. I didn’t know if you’d be finished.”
“Ah, sure. I’ve got a couple more shots before I call it a wrap tonight.”
“Cool. Well, if you don’t mind staying around this evening, you should be able to catch at least one of our acts. Help you get a vibe for the place and all, you know…”
She smirked at him and shook her head. “I can stay around for a little while. Not too long, because I’ve got to get some rest for another shoot I’m scheduled for in the morning.”
“More important than mine?”
She laughed. “Nothing’s more important than yours, Mr. Da Silva.”
“Mr. Da Silva is it?”
She winked. “No.”
“Who’s the shoot for? Anyone I know?”
“Zachary? My Zachary?”
“I don’t know that he’s yours…buuut, yes, your teammate Zachary McKnight.”
Zachary was a center for the Atlanta Cobras, and one of the most arrogant men he knew. The fact that Kennedy would be working with Zachary upset him. His reputation among the ladies wasn’t too good. There had been a few allegations that he had attempted to rape a couple of groupies, but nothing had ever come of it.
The Cobras had hired their high-powered attorneys, paid out a settlement, coerced a signed contract from the ladies, and swept any remnants of the scandal under the rug. Initially most of the team had given Zachary the benefit of the doubt, but he never cooled his heels and instead bragged about his sexual prowess in the bedroom.
Elias knew that the press liked to portray him as a ladies’ man, but he had always been portrayed as a combination of a player and a gentleman. Not once had he ever been accused of losing control with a woman. They were always treated with the utmost respect.
“What time is your shoot?”
“Starts around nine. Why?”
“Just wondering. Shooting him in the same spot we shot in at Piedmont Park?”
“Nah. He wants to do Krog Street Tunnel,” Kennedy stated, grabbing her camera and pulling herself to her feet.
Elias exploded up like a rocket, all six foot six inches of him. His quick movements caused Kennedy to stumble backwards, widening her eyes.
Flaring his nostrils and puckering his lips, he was angry that he had scared her. That was another emotion he never wanted to be responsible for her feeling.
“Why does he want to meet there?”
“To capture his artistic side. You know he paints, too, right?”
Elias rolled his eyes, his fists coming to his waist, pushing his blazer coat behind him. “Come on, Kennedy. You’re a smart woman. Surely you’ve figured him out by now.”
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