Distraction and Observation (Manifesto)

[Nesrin Aziz]

Nesrin smirked at his assessment, a little low laughter humming in her throat as she toyed with the collar of his shirt. She didn’t ask about what he found in his pocket, since it didn’t claim his attention long enough to matter.

“Maybe,” she said. “But I’m grateful anyway.”

She knew exactly what she looked like framed in the soft light and shadows of the backseat. You didn’t need to be the most beautiful woman in the world to be the most compelling seductress, and she was a master of her own allure. Inky dark hair fell down one shoulder, leaving the other a warm invitation of bare gold skin cradled by the silky scarlet of her dress. Watching him then, as he moved close enough to slide his arm around her waist, Nesrin was all mystery, charm and dark beguiling eyes.

Eddie was sweet enough to make a woman weep. Far too good for her, really; Nesrin knew that without a scrap of doubt. But as he took her chin and her eyes flared darker at that hint of command, she also knew that right now she enjoyed being seen as whatever it was Eddie saw. Back in the club she’d liked witnessing the little flashes of surprise in him, and now discovered an equal fascination with being surprised by him. She would have put money on his prevaricating over being the one to make the first move.

His kiss was soft as summer rain, and just as teasing. The second lingered longer. Slow and sensual it was then. Her fingers trailed down his neck, and her lips brushed his, toying with escalation and letting that need build between them – they had a whole car ride after all. Her hand moved a little inside his shirt, not yet slipping any of the buttons, though when she kissed him back she’d already decided she wanted him hot and burning by the time they arrived at his place.