3. In The Desert
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Charley fussed with her appearance a moment longer in the mirror. She'd chickened out of wearing the tight, baby pink two-piece skirt and crop top ensemble Caroline had once given her, and had put on her favourite pair of high waisted denim jeans. They clung to her like a second skin, and she'd chosen not to wear underwear, making her feel a little naughty. Harry wouldn't have to know that.
She'd paired the medium blue jeans with a white, off-the-shoulder, cropped top, revealing an expanse of tan midriff. The top had cute, puffy sleeves, and she pulled one up over her shoulder and left the other down. She'd put on natural makeup, eyeliner, mascara, highlighter, a small tinge of blush and brushed gloss over her lips. A touch of bronzer under her cheekbones and over her eyelids created a subtle sculpted look. Charley's lustrous, black hair tumbled down around her shoulders, offsetting the white top and making her skin glow. The addition of a thin gold chain around her neck that dipped into her cleavage below her top, and the dusting of her collar bones and shoulders with highlighting powder, helped enhance the glow even further.
Since the day was going to be fairly warm again, Charley had opted to wear flat, white sandals with gold fasteners, her toenails painted a summery coral pink. She fumbled in her closet and pulled out a small, tan bag she could put over her shoulder and fit the basics in -- phone, key card, a small purse, lip gloss and a compact mirror.
Reaching for her gold-rimmed sunglasses, she blew out a breath taking one last look. Well, she didn't think she was going to blow his socks off with this casual look, but she had done her best. She'd wanted to look good for him. She swiped at her cheeksto reduce the glow a touch, worrying it was too much, but finally gave up. What was done was done. He'd be downstairs in five minutes.
Looking around her apartment, she backing out of her apartment door to leave, and shrieked as she bumped into someone behind her, her hands flying to her throat as she spun around, nearly losing her balance.
"Harry!" she squealed, her heart thundering as strong hands steadied her, green eyes very close to hers. His wide smile spoke volumes as he prevented her from stumbling backwards.
"We've got to stop meeting like this," he murmured teasingly, his breath minty fresh. Charley felt like she might melt into a puddle on the floor. The chemistry was really real. Immediate and palpable. She couldn't speak.
He seemed to realise this, and slowly took a step towards her, making her step back until her back was pressed against the wall next to her apartment door, which was still wide open. Her big, hazel eyes gazed up into his and he was mesmerised. She was shorter today with flats on, and he liked it.
"Hi," he murmured. His mouth was only inches from her slightly parted lips.
"Hi," she breathed back, feeling rooted to the spot. Harry watched her mouth form the breathy word, her tongue darting out to wet her suddenly dry lips.
Hell. The decision not to kiss her was one of the hardest he'd ever had to make, but the allure of her apartment door being open, and this crazy sexual tension between them meant they might not end up leaving on their date if he didn't reel himself back in now. He flicked his eyes back up to her eyes and pulled back a little, noting a small flicker of disappointment in her gaze before she hid it. He stifled a smile. They were both as affected as each other.
Staying close, he produced the car keys from his pocket and dangled them in front of her face. "I guess you win," he smirked. She didn't react for a second, confusion evident, and then her eyes sparked and she shoved him away, snatching the keys from his grasp. She recovered.
"You betcha I do," she smiled smugly. Charley took a step away from him, turning to lock her apartment door to give her a moment to regain control and she took a surreptitious breath. He'd just acknowledged she'd blown his socks off. She tried to push back the pleasure at that realisation, the smile tugging hard at her face.
Wheeling back to face him, she feigned being easy and breezy, sweeping past him to the elevators, dangling the keys from her hand in triumph. She heard him laugh behind her as he caught up with her and he immediately slipped his hand into hers. Pleasure flooded through her at his familiarity. She flashed him a shy smile as he tapped the elevator button. Since it had only been sent up, the doors pinged open immediately and they stepped in.
The mirrored walls made it hard for Charley to concentrate as suddenly Harry was all around her. He was looking especially sexy today. A simple, black v-neck t-shirt was paired with black skinny jeans, and brown, expensive-looking loafers with no socks. He had two chains around his neck today, one gold and one silver. He looked like he'd just walked out of a runway magazine, he was so effortlessly stylish. She noted the black sunglasses tucked into the neck of his shirt, pulling the V down even lower, the silver necklace ending in a cross pendant, and the gold one dipping too low for her to see if it held anything on its end. The shirt neckline was so low she noted the top of two tattoos, which intrigued her. They looked like wings, the lightly tan skin under them pulled taut over lean muscles. They made her want to investigate the rest of his body and her fingers itched to touch them.
A flush suddenly burned up her neck and rushed into her cheeks at the thought and she turned away slightly from him, clenching the fingers of her other hand and biting her lip, hoping he wouldn't notice. No such luck with all the damn mirrors. Harry tugged her closer, suddenly releasing her hand and placing his fingers very lightly instead on the bare part of her back. She flushed brighter at the butterfly touch of his fingertips on her sensitive skin. He leaned down and whispered teasingly into her hair, "What were you thinking about just then?"
Charley couldn't speak, so she just shook her head and brought a hand up over her eyes in mortification as Harry chuckled but didn't press her further. Thankfully the elevator pinged and the doors flew open, and Harry, still smirking, gently pushed her out and guided her toward the lobby doors.
This...thing...between them was becoming painful. Desperately, Charley pulled her sunglasses down from her head over her eyes as she tried to gain some sort of equilibrium back. She was already so off balance and they hadn't even left on their date yet. She could sense his quiet smugness and it annoyed, for a reason she didn't understand, but it helped her re-focus. Oh he was so unaffected was he? Charley thought in a huff. Her competitive nature suddenly roared to the forefront.
She straightened her posture and a wide smile came over her face as she abruptly stopped, causing him to run into her before taking a half step back as she bent over in front of him, "Oh sorry Harry, just need to get this strap on my sandal." She fussed with the white and gold strap for a moment, then stood up and walked with a slight sway to her hips to the driver's side of the car. She glanced back over her shoulder to see him standing quite still where she'd stopped to bend over, his eyes fixed on her backside just as she'd hoped.