14 Man In Black (2/2)
”You are late.” She retorted and a coquettish smile played on his lips. Judgement of his looks was barely possible as the hat of his black cloak fell up to his nose. All she could see was his defined jaw and soft full lips.
”Women who wait are the most beautiful.” He chuckled and slid off his domineering horse with virtuoso. She did not expect that him standing before her would have some effect on her like the last time. His body towered over her, making me feel so small and vulnerable.
”And thieves are the most unattractive,” she sneered.
”Is My Lady talking for the both of us?”
”You...” A fist pronounced on her hand. ”Where is my pendant?” She pulled out a pouch that was hefty with gold and threw it to his feet, that way she could easily get her money back if he did not cooperate.
”How disrespectful.” He pulled out the pendant and her ruby stone danced around in the air as he held it up. ”I am a wealthy guy and money is worthless to me... What to do?” He bogusly sighed with a look of boredom. His voice was a beautiful melody of symphony, she could listen to it all day if garbage did not come from his mouth.
”What do you want?”
”You,” he said it shamelessly without thinking twice and she fell into a ball of laughter. She had never met a man who was that obscene and direct.
”Seems like the woman from the other night did not do her job right in satisfying your wild desires.” She taunted him. ”What sort of cheap brothel did you visit?”
”Although I have dozens of women... few are suitable for my taste.” He took a step forward, indicating how serious he actually was. There were a thousand reasons why she was not going to agree to his request.
”You have not seen me yet,” she countered.
”What is there to see?” His hand reached for her head and slowly he ran his hand down her long hair. She had pinned a few strands into a knot so that they would not fall onto her face while the rest of her hair lay on her back. He was being too forward but somehow it did not seem to bother her. He pulled out two of her silver pins and her hair naturally fell on her face. It intrigued her how he was not making an attempt to pull down the cloth that veiled half of her face, not that she would let him.
He let go of her and his hands automatically crossed on his back. Something about his movements gave an aura of superiority. He was not careless with his speech, although he was disrespectful in not using honorifics.
To be more precise, he possessed an air of nobility around him.
”I promise to give back your pendant after our passionate night,” he smirked. Determination laced his voice and she knew prolonging everything would be the only way to go about in attaining her pendant.
S.V