Oh, this new story opens sultry and seductive. The black marble. The lone man sitting at the bar. Yummy. I love elegant, cold dark bars in the summertime.
Once again, with great pride, here is SexyPrime's own Kimmie:
Worthy Opponent, part one The early-evening sun was still bright in the summer sky when she arrived. She walked in the front door and stopped, letting her eyes adjust to the much dimmer light inside. It was still early, too early for most people to have dinner. The empty dining area was evidence of that. She looked down the long corridor of the black marble bar. Everything was black – the carpet, the bar, the walls, the bartender’s uniform. Even the light fixtures were black, sending their dim light down, glowing mutedly across the polished marble. As her eyes adjusted, the mirror caught the movement of her own hand smoothing her hair back from her eyes and instinctively, she turned to look. She smiled at herself but didn’t spend any time with her reflection. She knew she looked good; she made sure of it before she left the house. Her long black hair was silky smooth tonight, brushed out strictly as she dried it to ensure it would stay perfect all evening. Her bright blue eyes were lined in black to match her hair and her outfit. Her original intention was to create a look of elegance, but she was enjoying the unintended severity of being dressed in black from head to toe. Highly polished patent leather pumps peeped out from under long dress slacks and a black onyx drop necklace sitting just on top of her cleavage emphasized the whiteness of her smooth skin. She turned back to the bar, stepping carefully down the three stairs into the slightly sunken room. She saw the figure of a man sitting halfway down the long bar. He was turned slightly away, wine glass in hand, apparently chatting with the bartender. In her quick glance she noted his suit, his posture and his full head of thick hair, trimmed perfectly. She also noticed the bartender catch sight of her. She saw one eyebrow rise slightly and she caught his minute chin tilt, indicating to his customer that he might want to check her out as well. Subtle, she thought sarcastically to herself, and she felt her lip twitch, indicating her irritation. She pasted a tiny smile on her face to cover her exasperation at such an obvious man-moment. The bartender probably thought he was being subtle and restrained. She appreciated his appreciation, but he got points off for so glaringly pimping her out. The gentleman, however, immediately gained points for not turning around. She saw his shoulders straighten slightly as he noted the bartender’s cues, but his only movement was to take a graceful sip of his wine. Her tiny smile turned from pasted to genuine. Perhaps a worthy opponent, then. She moved forward in their direction, flipping her long hair back off her face and tucking it behind her ears. She walked one chair past the man in the very nice suit and let her purse slide to her wrist so she could hook it on the back in one swift and graceful move. “May I?” she smiled, eyebrows raised in question. He was rather handsome, she noted as he indicated she should sit. Steel grey eyes, very kind, looked like he laughed a lot. It was a friendly face, but with an edge of something else. intelligence? Judgment? Anger? She was intrigued to find out. She had played the only card she was going to play by sitting next to him in an otherwise empty bar; now the game was his.
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