it. She marched past him so fast, his skin was touched by a cool breeze.
She removed her heels and kicked them off to the side with a swipe of her foot. Her coat and blazer were tossed haphazardly on the couch and she then headed to the kitchen, moving with intent and purpose.
Rather than pour her usual glass of wine, the woman grabbed a bottle of Bottega Prosecco Gold from the wine chiller, uncorked it as if she were being timed, and chugged it like some degenerate, voracious animal. He leaned against the wall and crossed his ankles, smoking, smirking. She’s sexy when she’s angry, too…
He let some time pass then rested his cigar on an ashtray on the kitchen island. She turned and faced him, her hair disheveled, her eyes darker than usual. Her mood soaked into every fiber of her being and her lips were now smeared with faded plum lipstick. She placed the bottle down then belched. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she stared blankly at him. She reached for a silver earring, removed it, and then the other, slamming them both on the island. Fisting and unfisting her hands, she was a bundle of fury and twisted nerves. Pure indignation. An inferno of vexed emotions.
He made his way towards the human flame and ran a slow finger down the side of her neck, then kissed her along her delicate, sweet-smelling collarbone.
“So… what would you like to do about this situation?” he asked before placing another lustful kiss on her skin.
“I can’t talk about it anymore right now. I just need to be still. Breathe.” He nodded in agreement, though he didn’t actually agree. Taking the bottle she’d drunk from, he tipped it to his mouth. The smooth liquid flowed down his throat and hit him just right. He placed it back inside of the chiller, his mind weaving ideas.
“Go into my bedroom bathroom and take a long, hot shower. You’ll find a towel, loofah sponge, wash cloth, and your favorite liquid soap. Time for you to relax.”
She nodded and drifted away, like a well-dressed ghost. When he was alone, he faced his own rage. He had a knack for picking up her emotions before even setting eyes on her. His anger was predicated, however, by worry. He’d called her at least three times earlier that day and she’d never answered the phone. So unlike her – not even a text back. In the very depths of his core, he knew something was terribly amiss. She’d planned a meeting with her boss and several other attorneys in the firm that day, and once he hadn’t heard back from her, a sense of dread had sat upon him like a thick fog, blocking his view of any possible good outcome. He’d even contemplated calling Goldie to see if she’d heard from Yasmine. But then, right before he’d taken matters into his own hands, she’d called him…
In a calm tone, she’d relayed that she was sitting in her office, typing up some information, and would be leaving right at 5:00 P.M. He’d already made it home, so he’d insisted she come by as soon as she was finished.
And now, here she was. A raging lion out for blood.
He opened up the refrigerator and picked up a red and white striped can of whipped cream and a bottle of dark chocolate syrup. When he went to the bedroom, he heard the water running. Turning on some music, he selected a sexy playlist he’d put together on his laptop. Let’s see here… Here it is. Yeah, this will do.
‘Streetcar’ by Daniel Caesar started to play, the sounds suave and soothing. He lit a couple of Yankee jasmine and vanilla scented candles and a stick of dragon blood incense, then made his way into the bathroom. When he opened the door, his eyes landed on the woman whose body reminded him of a cello… Fucking beautiful.
He slipped out of his robe, draped it over the door hook and approached the shower as quietly as possible. Water saturated her thick hair as she massaged her scalp in slow, long strokes. She turned her head slightly to the side and he could see that her eyes were closed, and she must’ve been enjoying the music, for she was swaying ever so slowly to the beat. He placed his hand on the shower door, leaned in close, and simply watched her as if she were a ballerina figurine atop a jewelry