Fierce novel Chapter 2

Alexa stood before me almost my height because of her 4 inch heels. Dressed in a silky light blue blouse that buttoned. The shirt was snug, and it really accentuated her ample perky breasts. She had nicely cut black Capri pants with a black patent belt that matched her black patent heels. Around her neck was a silver heart pendant and a little silver key that naturally drew my eyes to her deep cleavage. Her blond hair slightly longer than shoulder length and wavy framed her beautiful face. As I took a moment to appreciate her amazing feminine charm, her subtle fragrance filled the air.

Once again, my body betrayed me as my mouth went renegade. In horror, I heard myself say “Oh My!”. Alexa opened her eyes a little at my strange outburst and cocked an eyebrow expecting an explanation. Her hip cocked forward, and a perfectly manicured hand went to it. Her other hand absently began toying with a strand of her spun gold hair. I wanted to know who stole my body and was making me act like a lovesick kindergartner the first day of school with an attractive teacher. Her stance was so confident and sexy. I felt as if I was in the presence of a queen and I really felt I should kneel before her. What was my problem I was always the smooth and cool operator? How did I lose my years of masculine James Bond like attitude in just 5 minutes?

Alexa held me in her gaze for what seemed like an eternity as she also took a minute to appreciate my figure and youthful good looks. She let a small smile crack her demeanor and moved her finger to her lips and pursed them gently. I dared not open my mouth again for fear of another blunder. She saved me any further indignities by stepping closer to me. Moving her hand from her lips she touched mine gently. I felt a slight moisture from her lips and a host of ambitious butterflies erupted in my stomach. My brain screamed, “she kissed me!” Before the ruckus of ambitious butterflies could escape my mouth, Alexa ran her finger gently around my lips and her face narrowed in mock concentration.

“I normally don’t take little boys I meet in bars home, but I may just have to make an exception. You really have a hot ass and I am guessing you might be hungry.” She moved her finger to the center of my lips as a mom may do to hush her child. “Before you follow me out of here, know I don’t take no for an answer and I get what I want. Are you ready for me to take you out of here?” Oh, my gosh I always like to be witty and humorous but at this moment I was fighting every nerve of my being not to say or do something silly, again. I desperately wanted to go with her and catch up. My stomach, although filled with overactive insects, also seemed to have a gaping hole crying for food. I kept it simple. She moved her hushing finger from my lips and invited my answer.

“Well, what is your answer?” She smiled a wicked smile, and I just blurted out, “Yes, please.” She said “good” turned on her heels and took two steps before looking back at me. “James be a dear and grab my purse,” and pointed vaguely towards the chair she vacated a few minutes before. “Ok”, was all I could muster and turned to do as instructed. I immediately saw her purse hanging on a small silver hook from the table. It was expensive looking, not large but black with silver adornments and a shoulder strap. I grabbed the hook and the purse expecting to hand it to Alexa. When I turned around, I saw that Alexa did not wait but continued to walk towards the door. Once again, my body betrayed me as I found myself in a humiliating position.

I felt strange carrying a purse out of my favorite bar. Not only strange but self-conscious. I was certain every guy in the place was pointing at me saying some derivation of look at that sissy. I wanted Alexa to come and get her purse and remove this humiliation from me immediately. Then trying to get her attention I blurted out “Hey!” Just a bit too loud. Alexa stopped, and that is when I realized all the guys and many of the girls in the bar were not noticing me with a purse but Alexa’s elegant beauty. That all changed as I blurted out “Hey,” as I mentioned, a bit too loud. She stopped and turned now about 12 steps ahead of me. I was walking towards her and the purse bumped my leg, making me lose my grip on one handle. I was almost next to her now but all eyes in the bar were not just on her but also on me. I held the purse out to her as I took those final steps to catch up with her. Not only could I feel the eyes of every patron in the bar on us, but the bar fell into an eerie hush. I presented the purse to Alexa hoping that all the semi familiar faces in the bar would go back to their conversation as my humiliation faded with the reunion of purse and woman. Alexa cocked her head and reached for the shoulder strap. Gently pulled it up and slid it over my shoulder to my horror.