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While Evan was fixing their drinks, Lindsay strolled around his living room and admired all the artwork on the walls. “I didn’t think you were the artistic type.”
“I get that a lot,” he answered, grabbing two glasses before he entered the kitchen. Filling the cocktail shaker with ice cubes, he poured some Amaretto and added the sweet and sour mix.
“Are you sure you’re single?” she asked, facing him.
“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have hit on you.”
“I’m just surprised. A good-looking guy who is well-established doesn’t stay on the market for long.”
“I don’t believe in monogamy,” Evan replied, mixing the cocktail shaker.
“Maybe I can change your mind.” She smirked.
I doubt that.
What he really wanted was to sleep with her and send her on her way.
The drinks were finally ready to be served as Evan approached his date. He handed Lindsay a glass and smiled. “Cheers!”
They clinked their glasses together and sipped on the liquor.
“It’s great! You weren’t kidding.” Her open cleavage caught his eye.
“I’m a man of many talents. You’ll get to experience a good majority of them tonight, if you’re lucky.” He winked.
“IfI’m lucky?You’relucky I’m even here with you.”
Her sassy attitude amused him.
“Let me be the judge of that.” He took a step closer and grazed her cheek with his hand. His touch was gentle, as he slowly glided his thumb over her bottom lip and lowered his face to hers.
Lindsay felt her knees weaken as they kissed. Taking control, she bit his bottom lip, igniting their sexual attraction. When she pulled back from his powerful kiss, she beamed with hearts in her eyes.
“Yep, I’m definitely lucky,” said Evan, humoring her.
“Can we have some music?”
“Turn on my stereo.” He pointed at the remote on the coffee table. “I’m gonna change out of my clothes. Be right back.”
Strolling into his bedroom, he pulled off his V neck shirt and was about to open his closet when he froze. Something snapped inside of him as he heard the haunting trance music and minormelodies: “The Rapture Pt. III” by &ME, Black Coffee. It was “Aria’s song”—and no one listened to Aria’s songs except for him, he thought. Evan had a personal playlist dedicated to her. Her music always shifted him closer to her frequency, or so he believed.
Evan often fantasized about making love to her while that dark melody played in the background. It had become sacred to him in a twisted way, as if it were an ominous anthem that would transform Aria into his earthbound sex goddess: the rise of the dark feminine, proudly mounting him, riding him to euphoria in all her glory.
Leaving the bedroom, he appeared behind Lindsay and startled her when he demanded she change the track.
“It was on your playlist,” she nervously uttered.
He grabbed the remote and changed the song.
“Sorry.” She backed away from him. “I think I better go.”
Things had gotten awkward fast, and Lindsay felt uncomfortable. Evan’s reaction had been over the top, and he knew it. Rolling his eyes in annoyance, he put on the “nice guy mask” and went after her.
“Lindsay, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I still had that song on my playlist—reminds me of my ex,” he lied.
His explanation seemed convincing enough as she sympathized with him.
“Please don’t go.” He tried to sound sincere, reaching for her hands. “I’d like for you to say.” His eyes were deceptively genuine. “I’dreallylike for you to stay.”
