4: Unlocking Intimacy

~A Fiery Seductive Dance To Be In Awe Of~

The blinding lights of the morning sun peaks through the parted curtains, resting upon my face as I narrow my eyes before turning on the bed.

I'm about to dive back to sleep but Elle is nowhere beside me in bed so my eyes quickly widen as I sit up, cracking my knuckles and wondering where Elle is.

That's when realization hits me that she must have already left for school while I slept like a tired horse.

Reaching for my phone which is under my pillow, I prod the side button to check the time and my heart nearly skips a beat as it's already after nine.

Shit.

My appointment with Ted who insisted on seeing me once more before I leave Boston is around nine thirty and here I am, still clothed in my pyjamas and lazy to leave the bed.

I let out a small groan and push myself out of bed, rushing to the bathroom for a quick shower. Brushing and combing my hair thereafter before going through my clothes and settling for a short, off shouldered green gown that stops thigh-length.

For the last time, I quickly go through my box and everything needed is packed already so I drag it behind me as I grab my clutch and put my phone and lip gloss inside it.

God, Ted is probably waiting for me while I'm right here in the kitchen munching some slice of bread with chocolate spread on it.

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It's ironically amazing how much my head aches while I'm being stuffed in the bus like some tin fish. There's barely any vehicle moving cause traffic is so bad. And it's worse that a big truck broke down which just made this more pathetic.

The time is 10:20 and I've been deliberately ignoring Ted's call cause I honestly have nothing to tell him asides bad news. And I'm not ready to say that.

Right now, I'm more concerned about getting to Cassana before 12 so as not to miss the bus that'll take us to the airport.

As I try to think over the brain game I'm currently playing to help my sanity, Ted's call comes in again and I pause my finger halfway in the air.

Few of moments of contemplation and I finally decide to answer his call.

"Hey. How are you right now?" His voice sounds sultry and I wonder if that's how it's always like.

It's amazing how he's acting so collected cause I've been waiting for him to chide me for being late and not answering his calls.

"I'm momentarily depressed in this stuck up bus. And traffic is so terrible that I really want to puke." I tell him, feeling the eyes of other passengers on me but I care less.

His laugh was like a strange music to my ears and I almost ask him to repeat it.

"It's okay. I see that you can't make it here but-"

I quickly cut in. "I'm really sorry. Woke up late and you know... the rest is history."

"It's really nothing. Just call me when you get to NewYork and have, uh, settled down and stuffs." He says.

"Alright, Ted."

He doesn't hang up and I can't bring myself to do so. Our reasons might differ. I want to talk to him for some more time and I think he knows so which is why he's still yet to hang up.

It's pretty awkward but it's funny that I'm still holding my phone up to my ear as we listen to each other's breathe and the little noises from the background.

"I wanted to kiss you today, Beth. It's crazy that I'm telling you this now and I'm still at the restaurant but I was really going to do it if you were here." He confess and I literally stop breathing.

Then I continue and my heart's pounding so crazy that I zone out for few seconds before replying him.

"Why would you kiss me when I haven't confirmed my interest in you? Or do you go around smashing your lips on your crushes?" I'm grateful that I didn't stutter.

Once again, I can feel their eyes on me. And now, the person behind me is even whispering, making me groan within.

"I wanted to give you something that you'd always remember and look forward to. But-"

I let out a deep sigh while rubbing on my temple. "Know what? Wait for me at Cassana. I should be there before an hour."

Quickly hanging up, I can't believe I said that. But I can't resist my heart cause it just started making me yearn for this man.

I lean forward and from the front glass of bus, I can see that there's a little progress with the situation at hand.

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"I can't believe you were also chosen for the NewYork pole dancing camp trip when you've just been here for a few months." Halsey scowls upon seeing me enter the dressing room with my box.

"In case your brain has failed, it's for both beginners and skilled pole dancers so if my presence affects you, you should go question Mr Thornhill or continue denying the fact that I'm better than you."

I retort, changing into the t-shirt and hotpant given to us for the trip.

"In your dreams. Let's see who has the best report after one week stay in NewYork." She states but I roll my eyes so hard.

"I'm not getting into any competition with you, Halsey. My presence already makes your blood boil hot. My win would certainly lead to your death."

She scoffs. "And what is it to you, if I'm dead or alive?"

I tie my hair into a ponytail and hold unto my box while glaring daggers at her.

"I actually don't care, Halsey. So don't get me wrong."

I walk out of the dressing room, into the bar where I try to get sight of Ted. And before our eyes meet, I admire his decent looks. He's really really attractive.

I signal to him and a smile quickly graces his face as he stands up and walks out of the bar room. His eyes on me, all the while.

I follow him out immediately and my heart flips for diverse reasons. Excitement. Curiosity. Desire.

"You look pretty, Beth." He says, looking at me in that sensual way again with darkened eyes.

I say nothing as I led him to a safe corner where Halsey and others can't distract us. My heart leaps at my courageous move for romance at work is highly prohibited except it's to please customers. But I'm not working now and Ted is more than a customer to me.

Even though they don't know that. Yet.

Slowly, my eyes descends to his lips and I feel a surge within me which makes me lean forward and claim those soft, skilled lips that quickly responds to mine.

It's sweet and addictive. The gentle passionate kiss is suddenly making me feel hot and full of greed to have more of him.

My breathe hitches as he takes over. Kissing me like his life depends on it. Nibbling, teasing and sucking my lips like it's nectar.

We don't pause to catch our breathe. Not once.

His tongue seeks for permission and I part my lips in a blissful surrender as his tongue stroks mine, in a loving yet fiery manner.

It's like a slow dance of two entities being one. So fulfilling. So satisfying and every good thing that can be ascribed to this moment we're sharing.

Finally, we break the kiss and nuzzle against each other for a few seconds before his mouth finds my soft spot and then he diligently peppers wet kisses from my neck to the bare of my shoulder.

Damn, my moan can no longer be controlled. And it's mind blowing, how everything feels perfect with this man.

"Ted Young!"

A high pitched voice interrupts our intimate moment. And it's definitely not from me. So, I turn to behold who it is.