I stared at her for all of five minutes as she walked past me.
Alexandria Carter. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen, aside from myself of course.
She was working in the food court of the mall, and Josh and I just happened to be in the mall that Saturday to catch a movie for the first time in months. He was sitting to my left devouring his all chicken roti.
I took my eyes away from her petite four foot frame long enough to admire him wolfing down the curry dish wrapped in a slim pancake like skin. I loved to watch him eat, however I really enjoyed watching him eat my cooking, or rather watching him eat me.
"Kitty," he wiped his mouth with the large tissue and followed my eyes to their previous object of lust. "You've sat there for the last ten minutes staring at her, why don't you just invite her to join us?"
His eyes were twinkling with that boyish mischief that I couldn't resist, even though I knew it was a pre-requisite for trouble.
"She's working Josh," I tried to cover my glee at his suggestion with a very mock protest "besides, I've never seen her with a woman before. Not how I want her."
"Who said anything about you?"
Oh, it wasn't mischief anymore. It was flat out wickedness. He was issuing an instruction to me, and there was no way I would have gotten out of this one. Nope, not this time.
"Do you want her?" I ask adjusting my legs so that they crossed and the right one was brushing his knee under the table. I leaned my head to aside arching the left eyebrow knowing full well he knew what this sign was.
My total submission to his will for the moment.
"I want her, and more than that," His right hand found its way under the table and slid up my leg leaving a flaming cold trail as the air conditioning hit my heated skin "I can see you want her, and whether she's ever been with a woman or not, I intend to give her to you."
He slid his fingers across my lap, the jeans skirt broke the skin to skin contact, but it was too late, my body was responding to his touch and the way his eyes lazily detached themselves from my own to wander across the luncheon area of the mall, seeking out the dark skinned object of both our affections, I knew he knew about the gentle spasms radiating from my core.
"Besides, seeing you with another woman is my second biggest fantasy." He added pushing my leg off his; somehow it had worked its way, all on its own of course, up into his lap, where he was massaging my muscles unconsciously. My body had a habit of acting on its own accord around Mr. Steele, honestly.
He stood and stretched, I couldn't help admire him like if I was seeing him for the first time. His muscles twisted and bunched like a jaguar under the light green t-shirt he was wearing, he had asked me to pick some shirts for him that would actually reveal his physique instead of hiding it as the modern styles did. I had to admit I did a damn good job. The shirt conformed around his chest and shoulders in a way that made women stop and stare at him the way men look at ample bosoms under silk shirts. His dark skin did wonders for the colour, which on a lighter complexion would have looked girly.
As he twisted and turned, the shirt pulled up past the belt line of his baggy cargo shorts, revealing the dark ripples of his abs. The smile played at the corner of my lips as I observed a group of school girls sitting at a table close to ours begin to pay attention.
He wasn't the most handsome man in that place right then. But he was the one who gave off the animal scent of a predator that just sighted its next meal. He alone gave of the raw aura of sex. He wasn't vulgar, he was just plain sexy. The way his almond shaped eyes were slit as he looked at the table of young girls, the way his top lip curled into a slight sneer as he began his easiest, most enticing smile barely showing his dimples, even the way he reached out his hand to assist me in getting up, even though he knew damn well I was fully capable of doing it myself. That was Joshua.
No he wasn't the most handsome man, but he was the most blatantly sexy son of a bitch within a three mile radius.
He was what sex should be when you've become aware of more than just stroke, stroke, stroke. He was Cupid with a pitch fork at a nuns' convention. I could smell the change in the air around him as he looked back at Alexandria again. He was in a hunting mood, and I knew exactly what he was hunting.
"Kitty, go get the tickets. Choose the latest show, please." He paused before adding "and take off your underwear, I want my Kitty free." He hugged me lazily allowing his hand to stay a little too long on my left breast before completing the embrace. I had chosen to wear the gold and black corset top I knew he loved. He found it irresistible, mainly because of my complexion and the way gold colours seem to melt into my skin, he often spoke of my skin being molasses and milk, with an infusion of gold to keep it shimmering.
"Where are you going?" I asked leaning my face into his, almost everyone in the food court was concentrating on us now; it was as if the heat between our bodies was releasing pheromones. I could smell his desire, and I knew he tasted mine.
"Kitty-Senpai!" he let the nickname out with some aggression, twisting me away from him before I could nibble on his lip.
"Go do as I asked, and stop giving me lip!" with this he playfully slapped me on the ass and spun me once more towards the exit door to the multiplex cinema car park.
As I walked away from him I caught the stares of the young girls at the table as they tried to figure out if they had just seen a man slap a woman on the ass like if she was his child. As I passed their table I simply let loose my most dazzling broad toothed grin.
"Don't worry girls. He's already taken, but, I'm sure you'll find some other wimps to slap you around." It was said loud enough for them to hear, and I saw the bewildered looks turn to pure jealousy. My grin grew even brighter as my cheeks tugged my lips to my ears.
Very few women would ever have what I have with him. Even now, years down the line. But that's a story for another time.
It took me fifteen minutes in the lines of the box office to obtain tickets for the last show, which was always empty, and always a drama. Tonight it was Sandra Bullock in 'Premonition'. Somehow I knew it was chosen for one particular reason.
As I wandered back into the mall I remembered I had to pick up my collar from the jewelry store. I looked around for Josh but I didn't see him, it was almost nine o'clock, the jewelers would be shut soon. I had waited too long for this collar. I wanted to wear it with pride for him.
I fingered the silver collar gently as the young man at the counter in the jewelers fell over himself trying to capture my attention more than giving me back my change from the three hundred dollar notes I had given him for the work of art I was inspecting. It was a delicate thing, made to look like a choker but of delicate craftwork that only my best friend from school would have taken the time to mold for me. After all, I was her first love.
Yes, I thought as I touched the jeweled handcuffs on a solid silver coin-like pendant that dangled from the centre of it, Taria had done wonders for me yet again. The engraved letters on the back of the pendant said it all for me. It read 'Property of J. Steele'.
"So, you gonna put it on now?" The annoying kid was still there, I had forgotten about him. Concealing my disgust I in his obvious naiveté to what exactly it was that was in my hands; I merely shook my head and replaced it in the velvet case that had been provided for it.
It was Master Steele's choice in when I would wear it. I would not take that pleasure from him.
The kid was mumbling something about him being a designer too, and he had some pieces he wanted to show me. I nodded without thinking as he gave me my change and ducked out of the store as swiftly as I could falling into step with the crowd now leaving the mall premises. The bathroom was the next stop, but on route there I figured what the hell, what for? My underwear got removed right there in the middle of the mall.
As I rounded the corner to the now almost empty food court, a tinkling laughter reached my ear. It was a magical sound, like how a faerie playing with a child would laugh. I found my eyes searching for the source of that sound.
It was Alexandria, and she was being thoroughly entertained by Joshua. He was leaning easily on the counter of the Italian Deli that she was working at. I made my way over to them.
"Hey there, Mister," I said sliding my arm around his waist. He hugged me in return and kissed me full on the lips before turning back to her and continuing the conversation. I loved his easy way, no matter how many people were around us, no matter how important they were to society; he made it clear that I was more than a trophy. His arm hugged me close as he chatted her up. I could see the poor creature was now befuddled at the fact that he was still flirting with her openly, even with me on his side.
Mean whilst I spent this time observing her. She really was beautiful. Short, dark, and curvy, not thick like me, but neat and petite. Her eyebrows were shaped, and she wore bronzed eye shadow in the arch of her eyebrow which drew more attention to the large slanting eyes that somewhat resembled Josh's, only hers were larger, more like a child's. Alexandria had a well shaped nose, not too broad for her face, but broad enough to make her a true black woman. Her lips were shaped well enough, very full bottom lip that I wanted to take between my teeth right there.
