Captured Hearts (The Men of Five Nations International) (2 page)

Prescott couldn’t believe that she’d hung up on him before even giving him a chance to explain or defend himself. Well if she thought that would stop him from calling back then she was gladly mistaken. He hit redial and again he listened as it went straight to voicemail. He grabbed another disposable phone from his bedside drawer, activated it and dialed her number. When she answered this time he tried to talk fast enough to keep her on the line before she could hang up on him.

“
Akiva, give me a chance to explain before you hang up on me this time.” He pleaded.

It seemed to work for a minute or two but the second he stopped talking she let him know just how she felt about hearing his explanation.

“
Look, you can take your explanation and shove it where the sun don’t shine now stop calling me.” She said before ending the call. Oh how she wished she could turn her phone off, but unfortunately she was always on call thanks to her lucrative contract. She’d tried to avoid his calls however somehow he kept calling her from a different number.

She was in no mood to play games with him and she was beginning to get a little tired of him calling. As if on cue her phone started to ring again.

“
What do I have to do to get you to stop calling me?” She yelled.

“
Well the first thing you can do is stop hanging up on me. Then maybe you can try listening to what I have to say? ” He said.

“
Fine, speak your peace and make it quick.” She replied with irritation.

“
You sure don’t make it easy for a man, do you?” Prescott said lightly.

“
Honey if you want easy then you need to try your local bar, because I may be a lot of things but easy isn’t of them” Akiva said in a serious tone.

“
Sweetie, I’ve never been one to take the easy route so I think I’ll skip the local bar and stay on the route that I’m on and hopefully it will lead me straight to you.” He said in a voice that let her know that he was not playing games.

“
We’ll just have to see about that now won’t we?” She replied.

“
I guess we will, now to explain to you the reason I called you earlier was because you made some impression on me the first night we met.” He said.

“
Really, as I remember you pushed all the wrong buttons that night and as I gave you a piece of my mind you stood there with a stupid smirk of your face.” She said sounding a bit annoyed.

Prescott laughed softly. “Yeah, you just looked so damn sexy standing there with your hand on your hip as you glared up at me to let me have it. All I could think about was having you naked in my bed.” He said in a seductive tone.

“
You really need to stop playing like that, if I was young, stupid and naïve I’d fall for all that bull your spouting from those sexy lips of yours. But I’m not I learned a long time ago that man like you don’t fall for women like me. So save it for the next chic because this one ain’t buying it.” She said in a no nonsense tone.

“
Okay I don’t know what you mean by men like me are you referring to the fact that I’m Native-American?” He asked sounding a little angry.

“
What, no are you really that stupid, I was referring to the fact that you’re sexy as hell with a body that had to be chiseled from the finest block of granite. And in case you haven’t noticed I do not have a toothpick size stripper girl body I am a full figured woman, honey.” She said with pride in her voice.

“
You really have no idea just how sexy you are, do you?” He asked.

“
Oh, I know how sexy I am but most men as fine as you are, usually don’t find full figured women sexy.” She replied.

“
Well I can’t speak for other men I can only speak for this man and I definitely find that curvaceous body of yours not only sexy but tempting as sin. Every time I think about you and that body of yours my body hardens in reaction to my thoughts.” He said seriously.

Akiva was having a difficult time catching her breath. His words had stolen her breath it wasn’t just his words it was the tone in his voice that had her heart racing and her palms sweating.

“
Are you still there, or have my words left you speechless?” He asked when it seemed as if she wouldn’t reply to what he’d said.

“
Uh, I’m still here, I guess I am a little speechless. I just never expected for you to say the things to me that you’ve said. You caught me off guard and to be honest with you, I’m not sure what to say.” She said at a loss for words.

“
I tell you what don’t say anything tonight, just think about what I said and then let me take you to dinner so we can discuss it.” He said hoping that she would agree to go out with him.

“
Okay, when would you like for us to have dinner?” She asked with very little hesitation.

“
How about tomorrow night, I’ll pick you up around seven?” He asked sweetly.

“
That should be fine, but just to warn you in advance I’m always on call so I could be called away at anytime.” She said.

“
I get it, I have the same problem with my work, so don’t worry about it. I’ll see you at seven.” He said.

“
See you at seven, good night Prescott.” She said with a smile before ending the call.

Prescott smiled at the phone as he sat it on the floor beside him. “Maybe now I’ll be able to get some sleep.” He said pushing himself to his feet as he rose from the floor and slid back into bed turning off the bed side lamp, hoping to get a sound night’s sleep.

Closing his eyes he tried clearing his mind so that sleep would claim him quickly, but he had no such luck. Instead of darkness greeting him when he closed his eyes, it was her gorgeous face with those dark brown eyes of hers staring up at him.

Prescott had a feeling that if he didn’t get the image of Akiva out of his head this would be another sleepless night for him.

Akiva was surprised and delighted at the thought of having dinner with Prescott Hawk. He was one of the finest men she’d ever laid eyes on and she couldn’t believe that he’d asked her out. If she was dreaming then she didn’t want to wake up anytime soon, but if this was a cruel joke then he wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon when she was done with him.

There was no way she’d be able to sleep now all she could think about was what she should wear when she went to dinner with him. She definitely had to wear something that would be flattering on her curvy figure. Although she didn’t want to overdo it, she did want to dress to impress. She was fairly certain that she was going to be useless all day until it was time for him to pick her up she also knew that without much sleep it was going to be a really long day.

Chapter Two

Akiva stood back and gazed at her reflection in the full length mirror positioned in the corner of her bedroom. She’d changed her outfit at least nine times this evening and she’d finally found the perfect one. The turquoise and gold trimmed outfit had one full, wide styled sleeve that stopped at her left wrist. The other side of the wrap style designer top sported a two-inch wide strap that looped over her right shoulder. The top fit snuggly at her trim waist lying smoothly over her perfectly flat stomach.

The matching skirt also fit snuggly however not too much so, it flattered her figure nicely and although it was a modest length, the split of her right thigh ended well past modest. Her peep-toe heels complimented her outfit bringing the look together. Her short auburn hair was styled flawlessly and so was the light coat of make-up she wore.

The door bell rang at six fifty-five and Akiva took one last glance at the mirror before going to answer it. Taking a deep breath she pulled the door open and her breath caught in her throat as her gaze traveled the length of his long frame from head to toe and back again.

Prescott had tied his long black hair into a ponytail at the nape of his neck. He wore tiny silver hoops in each ear, a silver bracelet on his left wrist and around his neck was a black cord with a silver bullet hanging from the center. He was wearing all black from his expensive looking collarless shirt, to his perfectly ceased black dress pants and matching jacket. His pricey leather shoes were also black, on many men the all black look wouldn’t work too well. But on this man she was sure he could wear anything and make it work for him.

He was too fine for words as his six foot four inch frame towered over her much shorter five foot six inch frame. Even in her four inch heels the top of her head barely reached his shoulder.

Prescott locked both his hands together in front of him for two reasons, one of which was so that he didn’t reach for her as he was very tempted to do. The second reason was to hide the evidence of exactly what seeing her dressed like that did to his manhood.

“
You look lovely, Akiva.” He said with a tight smile as he let his gaze roam over her thoroughly.

“
Thank you and you look very handsome.” She said with a smile.

“
Thank you are you ready to go?” He asked with a slight smile.

“
Yes just let me get my purse and jacket.” She said as she turned for her room to retrieve them.

He stepped inside and glanced around her apartment while he waited, she’d done a nice job decorating the spacious place. When she rejoined him he smiled escorting her out the door and to his shiny new Range Rover in black with darkly tinted windows.

Opening the passenger side door for her Prescott helped her inside before closing it. As he made his way around to the driver side he took several deep breaths to calm his over excited nerves. The sight of her in that outfit turned him on so much he prayed that he’d be able to get through the evening without hauling her off to the nearest bed.

Prescott started the car and the smooth sound of jazz music by Esperanza Spalding surrounded them.

Akiva smiled excitedly. “Oh my goodness I love her music.” She said.

“
That’s good because I really enjoy listening to her music she’s a very talented artist.” He said.

“
Yes, she certainly is.” She said as she sat back to enjoy the music and the ride as they made their way to their destination.

“
Now that we know we enjoy the same music what are some of the other things you like?” He asked.

“
Wow, let’s see I enjoy cooking and spending time with my family. I like going to my kickboxing class.” She said with a smile.

“
Oh, that’s how you keep that body of yours looking so fit and sexy.” Prescott said as he took his eyes off the road for a moment to glance over at her.

“
Hey you know, a girl has to work with what she’s got. And needless to say some of us have more than others.” She said teasingly.

“
Well luckily for me you have just enough.” He added seductively.

“
You sure know how to make a girl blush, and on someone with my skin tone that’s not easy to do.” She joked.

“
You have a beautiful skin tone it reminds me of warm cocoa on a cold night, hot and delicious.” He said in a husky tone.

“
Hot maybe but I’m not sure about the delicious part though.” She said laughing softly.

“
How about we find out later?” Prescott said wearing a devilish smirk.

“
You are incorrigible let’s just see if we can get through dinner first.” She replied.

Prescott had made reservations at one of the most expensive and posh restaurants in Atlanta with valet parking and snotty waiters. As they were escorted to their table in one of the very private areas of the dining room, Akiva was certain that almost every head in that place turned to stare at them. She didn’t know if she should be flattered or offended while some of the stares were from people that seemed to admire them as a couple. There were clearly others that definitely did not.

But to Akiva all the stares and glares were forgotten when Prescott placed his warm hand at the small of her back. A sharp jolt of electricity raced up her spine when the heat from his palm seeped through to the skin beneath her designer blouse.

Once they made it to their table he politely pulled her chair out for her then gently pushed it in as she took a seat. Instead of taking the chair on the other side table that was directly in front of her, he took a seat in the one closest to her.