Karalynn waltzed down the stairs and scanned the posh black tie event for any decent looking men. Two golden spheres threatened to explode out the top of her slinky red dress. The salesperson had described it as a plunging neckline and it dipped all the way to the valley between her heaving breasts. Her slender temptress legs were covered with black lace- topped thigh high's. She meandered over to the bar and as she waited for her Bacardi and coke she squeezed her legs together and relished the feel of the silky, smooth nylons against her skin. She smiled at the secret that she kept. She wasn't wearing any underwear. She had slipped them on, but then slid them off again and smiled slyly at her deviousness. She also wore unnaturally high black heels that added inches to her already up- to- there legs.
She sipped her drink from the icy glass as her dark eyes searched the room. Shiny, ebony hair hung down to the middle of her back. It was thick and blanketed her during sex. Her last boyfriend liked to pretend that she was Pocahontas and he was John Smith. She had also been a hula girl for him once. But she wasn't Indian or Hawaiian she was Japanese- American and any man who couldn't figure that out didn't deserve to be with her. Before Karalynn became completely lost in her own remorse a tall, shadowy figure caught her eye.
He made eye contact with her and said adieu to the person he was speaking with. As he moved towards her Karalynn could see his dark hair was long and it reflected the mood lighting of the ballroom. His coffee brown eyes hid any feelings that he was harboring. He was dressed in a black and white tuxedo. He fought his wayward hair to remain behind his ears but it wouldn't. His wide, square jaw was peppered with a five o'clock shadow. They moved towards each other and met along the perimeter wall of the modest sized ballroom. He walked towards her confidently and she swayed her center of sexuality as she moved closer to him. Their eyes remained fixed upon each other and his pink lips transfigured themselves into a smile. Karalynn knew who he was before he introduced himself. He was Jeremy Mcaffee, the C.E.O's son.
But Karalynn was taken with this man and she could feel her heart racing with the optical pleasure that he was providing her. Eye Candy. When they converged the world around them ceased to exist. She raised her pale golden arm and pushed a lock of hair back behind his ear. His gaze startled her and Karalynn was shocked that she had the audacity to touch this Adonis. Her pointed tongue crept out of her mouth and imbued her Randy Red lips with moisture. She politely smiled at him but said nothing. He wished that this goddess before him would speak, but he took the initiative.
"Hello. I'm Jeremy." His voice was deep and meaningful. Karalynn was scared that he was going to be the run of the mill cocky son- of -the- boss, but he wasn't. When he opened his mouth to speak his melodic words resonated like a twenty piece orchestra. He had the voice of an angel and the face of a god. Karalynn's fear that he was going to be all looks and no brain was quickly put to rest. With his introduction he had said so much more than just his name.
"I'm Karalynn." As soon as the words escaped her she wished that she could have taken them back and said them differently. Her voice came out thin and lifeless. She became afraid of the power that this man seem to have over her but she found that she was also strangely enjoying it.
"Would you like to go somewhere more private?" She followed him without answering. Karalynn felt her conscience telling her that she should be wary of this man but she allowed herself to be led into the game room. The walls were paneled with dark wood and the ceiling was low. Jeremy's presence filled the tiny room. Karalynn was apprehensive and her palms were moist with desire and the fluttering in her stomach was growing more persistent. Jeremy walked behind the cherry wood bar and poured himself a drink. Karalynn took note of her surroundings. Rich, chocolate brown carpet made the concrete basement floor luxurious. The walls were bare and the track lighting dimly lit the room. A brown La- Z- Boy chair sat angled in the far corner of the room and a matching couch was perched nearby. Only a red felt topped pool table separated her and Jeremy. She looked over the billiards table and settled on Jeremy's smiling face staring at her.
"Looking for an escape route?"
"Not at all. Should I be?"
"That depends."
"On what, pray tell."
"You." Karalynn nodded.