While trying to think of something for the Friday Flash prompt that I haven’t already done, I came up with this idea. Fortunately, it also works for the Wicked Wednesday “Red” prompt. The title came to me early on and is a play on the Doris Day and Cary Grant movie That Touch of Mink.
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That Touch of Arrogance
By Ria Restrepo
Copyright ©2019. All rights reserved.
Ruby red lipstick was poised at my lips when I saw the reflection of the door behind me open. I should have been surprised when he walked in, but I wasn’t. I knew he’d return eventually.
His gaze found mine in the mirror and his lips slowly curved into a cocky grin. As he locked the ladies’ room door behind him, I carefully applied the bright red color.
“You won’t be wearing that long.” The brash statement delivered in his warm, seductive voice ignited my desire like always.
Putting the lipstick away, I turned to face him. “What are you doing here?”
“I got tired of waiting for you to come to me.”
“Why would I have done that?”
“I left you enough hints.”
“I told you long ago I wouldn’t just show up without talking to you first. And considering how you left things…”
“So you’re pissed.”
“Only mildly annoyed…now.”
“And you’re on the prowl tonight to get back at me.”
“No, I’m having a rare night out with friends.”
He took in my slinky dress. “Wearing that.”
“I was in a red kind of mood.”
“You’re not here to pick up guys?”
“No, I’m kinda stuck on this horny rocker dude.”
The smug smile returned. “Even though you’re annoyed.”
“I can be irritated with you and still love you.”
His blue eyes blazing, he took a step towards me. “Say it again.”
“You drive me crazy in every way imaginable.”
He stalked closer. “Good to know, but I meant the l-word.”
“I think I’ve bled enough without any indication you return my feelings.”
A breath away, he traced the tip of his nose down the length of mine. “I’ve said I love you many times.”
“In songs that could have been for anyone.”
“They were for you. Always you.”
“And I was supposed to take it on faith I wasn’t just hearing what I wanted to hear?”
“Okay, let me make myself perfectly clear.”
He lifted me up onto the vanity, then moved between my legs. His gaze held mine as he brought my hand up to his mouth and kissed my palm.
“This belongs to you.” He put my hand on his chest so I could feel his heart pounding.
“And you’re entirely responsible for this.” He guided my other hand down to the blatant erection in his jeans.
“In that case,” I said, taking his hand and placing it over my own racing heart, “this has been yours since the beginning.”
Then I slid his other hand up my dress and beneath my lacy panties so he could feel my slick folds. “My cunt is yours too, because no one else ever made it this wet.”
Someone pounded on the door, but his fingers boldly delved between my slit. “Let’s get out of here and continue this in a bed.”
I gasped as he circled my clit. “But my friends…”
“I know you’d rather come home with me.”
Luckily, I also loved that touch of arrogance.