Page 43 of Only If You Dare

I laughed, never taking my eyes off of her.

“Do you make it a habit agreeing to things you don’t understand?” I asked.

“Never,” she responded. “Which is why I don’t even know why I said it.”

I laughed again. “You can’t take it back now.”

She kept a laser focus on me. “I hadn’t planned to.”

Our flirtation closed in on us, and I wondered how she would respond if I pulled her into my lap to taste her mouth in detail; much like the passionate kiss we’d shared on Monday. After tasting Desiree, my libido had been painfully high. I didn’t want to rush what I was now thinking may be our destiny, but taking things slow was tearing me apart. If this is what the makings of love was, I wanted more of it every second of every moment of every day with her. And after I was done, if she didn’t believe in love then, she would later. I had no intentions of letting Desiree become familiar with another after I’d set my sights on her. She didn’t know it, but I would make this known by words and actions.

“So what did you say?”

I smirked. “It’s all fun and games, my love.”

She rubbed her neck again.

“Why must you play about parachutes while we’re flying to the Middle East?”

I held my hands up in surrender. “You’re right, won’t happen again.”

She sighed with relief. “When did you learn to speak Spanish?”

“I learned Spanish like I learned English. Growing up in the household with our housekeeper, Norma, whose first language is Spanish, and being in attendance at private schools that taught a variety of languages, gave me the opportunity to become fluent.”

“Are you fluent in other languages?”

“Italian and French.”

“Wow, quite the overachiever, aren’t you?”

“I do what I can.”

“That’s for sure.”

“Would you like to get comfortable? There’s a living room area and bedroom in the back if you’d like to stretch out.”

“Why? Are you over me asking questions?”

“Not at all, but there will be plenty of time for that.”

Desiree sat her notepad down and stretched. “I don’t want to get in bed, but maybe stretching out on the couch would suffice.”

I stood and walked to her, holding my hand out. Desiree accepted and followed me to the living room that housed a sixty-inch flat screen HDTV, a sofa sleeper and sectional, that laced off one-third of the room. The luxurious amenities came furnished with the price tag on the sixty-million-dollar aircraft.

“Sit wherever you’d like,” I offered, making my way to the cherry wood grain TV stand to retrieve the remote control. “What would you like to watch, a movie perhaps?”

“What do you have?”

“I’m a fan of the classics myself; Love Jones, Brown Sugar, The Best Man…”

“Love Jones is fine,” she said. “Quite the lover, aren’t you?” She asked.

A lazy smile pulled at my lips. “I’ve been called worse, so I won’t take that as an insult.”

“It wasn’t meant to be one, but your movie selection says that’s your M.O. unless you just keep DVDs like that around to woo the ladies.”

A deep laugh trod from me. “You, Desiree, are a funny woman.”

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