March
Chandler dressed casual, but sporty for
tonight’s movie date. He wore a pair of tan trousers and a sky-blue polo shirt
that matched his eyes. On his feet were a pair of leather loafers. His outfit
was perfect for tonight’s warm weather.
Since Inaya asked to meet him at the Cineplex
instead of being picked up at her place, he showed up twenty minutes early to
buy their tickets and to calm the sudden case of nerves that he had about
seeing her again. He hadn’t felt this nervous since his very first date at the
age of fifteen.
Would their attraction be as strong as
before? Or had time and distance caused their chemistry to wean?
Inaya showed up ten minutes after
Chandler did. Everything around him became a fantastic blur as his eyes focused
solely on her. She was dressed in a brown jumpsuit that was half satin with a
lacy trim at the top, leading to formfitting pants at the bottom. The matching stilettos
on her feet added height to her short frame. She wore big brown hoop earrings,
a matching necklace and bangles, and her hair was styled into an afro.
Now
this is what you call a Nubian queen,
Chandler thought, loving how the last rays of the setting sun played with her
sandy highlights. She looked regal and elegant.
And her walk.
Something moved in two places within
him – his heart and loins – at the sight of Inaya’s sensual stride toward him. She
walked like she knew she had that good-good between her legs. Chandler almost
wished he wasn’t celibate as he waited for her near the left entrance.
He also wished his ability to speak
coherently hadn’t just left. “Uh…um…” he began, uttering things that
broadcasters should never say on air. Uh and um were no-no’s in his line of
work. If he wanted to keep people’s attention, he had to speak much better than
that.
Rather than make a complete fool of
himself, Chandler snapped his mouth shut and just continued to stare at the
brown beauty that had chosen to spend some of her precious time with him. Him!
He felt so privileged.
Inaya smiled knowingly at his
stuttering. She’d never heard him say anything so inarticulate in all the years
she listened to him on the radio.
Speechless, Big E? Whatever would your
listeners think?
Inaya mused, loving his reaction to her appearance. So I chose the right
outfit after all.
“You look nice, Chandler,” Inaya said,
breaking the electrically charged silence between them as she slowly scanned
his tall frame from the bottom up as she’d done the first time she laid eyes on
him.
When Inaya finally reached his blue
pools, her heart suddenly took off in a gallop. In his eyes was undisguised
passion swimming around, scuba diving, and doing backward flips off his long
black lashes. There was no doubt about it – this man wanted her with every
fiber of his being.
To Inaya’s complete surprise, she
wanted him just as much. Goosebumps, fine hairs standing on edge, and tingling
fingertips didn’t lie.
It must have been all those dreams, she thought, recalling how often he’d
been on her mind over the last two weeks.
Yet when she thought back even farther,
she realized that Chandler’s voice had slowly serenaded her over the last three
years via radio. His voice had created that secret crush that she was finally
acting upon.
“You look nice, too. So nice that you
made me speechless for a minute there,” Chandler replied, having finally found
his voice. He grinned that fantastic pearly grin of his, showing off strong,
naturally straight teeth.
Inaya’s breath hitched at that smile.
Chandler lowered his mouth to her right
ear, inhaled deeply, and moaned. “Mmm…you smell nice, too.” He moaned again. “Real nice.”
Good
golly Miss Molly! The man is sniffing me, she thought, highly turned on and pleased that he liked
her newest favorite perfume. She chose to wear Relentless tonight because it was breezy and highly stimulating to
the nose.
“Although I have no personal
objections to your beauty or the wonderful way you smell, the effect that they
have on me is not necessarily good for my business. You don’t want me to get
fired, do you?” His whisper sounded almost like a low growl as his warm breath
caressed her ear and neck.
The delicious tingling spread to
Inaya’s toes as she turned her head to answer him. “No,” she whispered
breathlessly, her lips only inches away from his.
Please kiss me, Inaya silently petitioned, meeting
his hot gaze. She didn’t have enough fortitude within herself to initiate such
an act in public, and not just because Chandler wasn’t African-American,
either. She just wasn’t a publicly affectionate person.
Chandler had more than enough
fortitude for the both of them. Yet instead of kissing her now as her large
brown eyes compelled him to, he decided to let things slowly escalate between
them. This way not only did it give them more time to get to know one another
better, it also allowed their mutual attraction to rise to a thorough boil, and
hopefully bring Inaya out of some of her shyness in the process.
Although Chandler adored that
refreshing quality about her, he suspected that there was an inferno blazing
underneath. No woman could walk that sassily and not have some fire in her
veins.
“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page,”
Chandler whispered back as he gently brushed her cheek with his hand,
energizing the electrical currents flowing between them even more.
Inaya shuddered from his touch. Yet
her eyes held disappointment when no kiss was forthcoming.
Don’t worry, baby. We’ll get that
kiss. I promise you that,
Chandler mused confidently as he put his hand gallantly behind her back and
ushered her inside the theater.
© 2014 by Suprina Frazier
Photo Credit (except Inaya’s was
brown):
https://www.hotmiamistyles.com/Black_Satin_Lace_Trim_Jumpsuit_p/js12964agrblack.htm
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