Chocolate Girls with Golden Hair (12 page)

"I like this look of yours," he said,
as he slid his fingers through her straight blonde hair. "You look
nothing like you did the night I first saw you."

She said nothing in response to his
comment, as she was not flattered the least.

Rod slid his hand up her thigh and at
the same time, tried to kiss her, but she stopped him. "Where are
we going?"

"Back to my place. That's what you
want, isn't it?"

With a solemn look on her face, and a
hint of ambivalence, she said. "Yeah, that's what I
want."

Not sure she wanted to carry this
through, she glanced out the window, twisted, turned,
fidgeted.

Was she making a mistake?

Wanting to ease some of her anxiety,
she asked, "What are we going to do at your place?"

"We're going to do whatever you think
we're going to do."

When he kissed her, she no longer felt
the same excitement as before and was very close to telling the
taxi driver to stop the car. Then a positive thought sprang to
mind. She was in complete control of this situation, and nothing
would happen that was not to her liking.

Seventeen minutes later, the taxi
driver pulled up to a courtway building in Hyde Park, and Bianca
and Rod leaped out. They headed through the courtyard, holding
hands. If Bianca didn't know any better, she might think she really
liked this guy. She was risking an awful lot to teach him a lesson.
But it needed to be done, and not just because he needed to be
taught a lesson, but because of something much more important. It
was definitely something that her sister would have done. And for
Bianca, that meant everything.

Rod's barely furnished large apartment
was dark and cold. It was filled with empty boxes spread across the
carpeted floor as if he had just moved in. Rod stood behind her,
pressing his body against her back and buried his face in her hair.
As he helped her off with her coat, the fun and excitement of it
all returned to her. Not ever having experienced this much
adventure, and possible danger, she enjoyed the ride in its
totality though still skeptical of where it might lead. This is
what was missing from her life. Excitement and
adventure.

Rod clicked off the hall light near the
door. "Would you like a drink?" he asked her.

"I already had a drink. I want
something else."

Rod led her into the bedroom and neatly
planted her on the edge of the bed.

"Take off my boots," she said
authoritatively.

Just a dim light came from the lamp on
his night table. He bent down, unzipped one boot, and slowly slid
it off her long leg, then the other one. As he glanced up towards
her, she witnessed the eagerness in his eyes.

Delicately, she rose to a standing
position and stood up on his bed, and began to undress right in
front of him. She unzipped her dress, then pulled it over her head
and tossed it to the carpeted floors. Wearing only her lace bra,
panties and black tights, she kneeled down on the bed and unbuckled
his pants, then placed his belt around her waist. She would have
use for it later. Rod was quick to lose the rest of his clothes as
Bianca absorbed the view. He moved back on the bed and Bianca soon
joined him and straddled her body over his. They stared at each
other, as if reading each other's mind.

Bianca released the belt from her waist
and placed the shiny buckle against his cheek. Her eyes perused
over the dagger-shaped tattoo on his right arm and she considered
purchasing a tattoo herself. It would be something that symbolized
the true essence of her personality, something like a lion or a
cougar or maybe even a tiger.

She listened to the deep breaths coming
from his mouth as she moved her body further upon his chest. She
wrapped the belt around his neck and buckled it. But before she
could finish, he grabbed her hand and stopped her. But his
resistance did not deter her.

To dispel with his reluctance, Bianca
persisted while at the same time moving her face nice and snug to
his. She kissed him and kissed him, sucking on his tongue. Soon, as
she expected, he released her hand, allowing her to finish buckling
the belt around his neck. The belt around his neck held a
significant purpose─to forewarn him of her control and to send a
pinch of fear through him as well. When her lips parted from his,
he tried to keep their lips together, but abruptly, she broke lose.
She grinded her body against his chest, listening to the short,
erratic breaths coming from his mouth, her eyes never leaving
his.

He fiddled with the back of her bra,
trying desperately to undo it. Finally, he unsnapped her bra and
grasped her breast into his hands, fondling them like a prized
gift. He sensuously circled her nipples with his tongue. First one,
then the other. She lowered her face to his and kissed him, again
and again and again, slightly nibbling on his bottom lip, cheek and
neck. Just when he seemed ready and willing to do anything and
everything, she stopped cold and in a faded whisper asked "Why did
you bring me here?"

Her words seemed to have no effect on
him, and he didn't answer. She had wonderfully excited him,
thrilled him as she planned and now it was time to reveal the true
purpose of this exercise of power.

"Did you bring me here to fuck me?" she
asked in a whisper. She did not blink an eye as she waited for an
answer to her question.

Rod ignored her question and instead
continued to grope at her breasts.

"Answer my question," she insisted.
Although the answer was more than obvious, she needed to hear him
say it.

He seemed to pause for thought and said
nothing. With a clueless look smeared across his face, Bianca
impatiently waited for him to answer. All the while she remembered
the disrespectful words that fell from his mouth many nights ago,
causing the anger to roar inside of her. It wasn't as if she were a
different person, she actually was a different person. She grabbed
his face between her hands and witnessed the confusion and panic in
his dark eyes.

"Don't disrespect me. Don't ever
disrespect me."

Wide eyed with a frenzied gaze, he
yanked her hand from his face and said, "What?"

"You bring me here, you hardly know me,
and you expect me to fuck you? Where are your manners? Didn't your
mother teach you better than that?"

"What the hell are you talking
about?"

"You know damn well what I'm talking
about." She descended off the bed, grabbed her dress from the floor
and pulled it over her head, her mouth twisted in fury.

Rod unbuckled the belt from around his
neck and sat up, a paralyzed look plastered on his face. "Are you
okay?"

She was just about to slide into her
boots when her mood miraculously changed. Only this time she
deescalated from rage to serene. "I'm fine. But I'll tell you
this...you should be careful who you let come home with you. You
just never know."

Bianca stood up, exerted a seriousness
about her that could stop a train. The crippled look on his face
told her all that she needed to know. He would never underestimate
this woman, or any woman for that matter.

Never again.

Bianca's hands trembled as she came
through the outside door of Rod's apartment building. She risked
and ventured much in coming to his place. But her mission was
accomplished. She successfully branded him with the face of fear
that would live inside his head for many days and nights to come.
This one experience was not likely to alter his behavior, but for
certain he would never disrespect her again. Even so, she surprised
herself in the way she pulled off such a stunt. If she tried that
stunt with anyone else, it could have turned really ugly. But she
was lucky and smart.

Somehow on a subconscious level, she
could only win and come out on top.

And she meant that
literally.

Chapter 9

TUESDAY EVENING, BIANCA AND LEE
attended their weekly art class. When Bianca slung her coat over
her arm, a low cut red lace blouse was revealed, and Lee's eyes
nearly popped out of his head. "I know you're going to wear a
jacket or something," he said.

Enjoying every minute of the
attention," she said, "Why would I want to do that?"

The disappointment on Lee's face was
almost disturbing.

It wasn't until Bianca began unpacking
her bag that she was aware that she was missing some of her art
supplies, which she left at home.

"I forgot my brushes," she said to Lee.
"Do you have one I could borrow?"

Lee searched through his bag, but
before he could find a brush for her, Bianca was already in the
face of another student, a gentleman in his fifties, wearing a
plaid shirt.

"Could you do me a huge favor?" Bianca
asked as she clasped her hands together like she was little Ms.
Innocent. "Do you have an extra brush I could borrow?"

He didn't hesitate, didn't blink an
eye. "Here. Take mine," he said as he handed her his
brush.

"What will you use?" she
asked.

"Don't worry about me."

"Thanks, Honey."

No sooner than Bianca reached the table
where she left Lee, Lee stood up. "What the hell was
that?"

"What?"

In a mocking tone, Lee said, "That Can
you do me a huge favor bit."

Bianca chuckled. "That was
nothing."

"You don't want to give people the
wrong idea, do you?" Lee asked.

"Maybe I do."

It seemed Lee was having a hard time
adjusting to Bianca's new persona, which was too bad because she
really liked the person that she had become.

The next day at work, for a change of
atmosphere, Bianca sat in the lunchroom while she glanced over the
revisions of a long document she had just completed.

Camina soon strolled in, her hair
longer and fuller than it was the day before. Camina's eyes met
briefly with Bianca's before Camina made her way over to the ice
machine. Bianca knew Camina would still be pissed about the
comments Bianca made about her precious Bruce Colby, and to add
more heat to the burn, Bianca spoke to Camina as if nothing
happened. "Hi Camina."

Camina didn't even look in Bianca's
direction. Instead, she uttered something underneath her breath,
and Bianca could not understand one word. While Camina filled her
glass with ice, Bianca ogled her, all the while fishing her brain
for some lewd comment to make to Camina, but nothing came to mind.
Out of nowhere, Bruce entered the lunchroom, looking just as
handsome as ever in his signature suspenders.

He approached Camina fast and breezed
right past Bianca, not noticing her at all, probably for the sole
purpose of not upsetting Camina.

Bruce stood before Camina, holding
several documents in his hand. "You think you could work a couple
of hours late this evening, help me with this distribution?" Bruce
asked Camina.

"Actually, I'm supposed to meet a
friend after work," Camina said while looking at her
watch.

Not only was Bianca not able to resist
the urge to help, but she also wanted a chance to move closer to
the one and only Bruce Colby. With that thought in mind, she stood
up, approached Camina and Bruce at the ice machine.

"Camina, if you have something to do, I
can stay and help Bruce. I don't have any plans this
evening."

Both Bruce and Camina eyed
Bianca.

"Thanks, Bianca," Bruce said. "I would
really appreciate that."

"No problem."

Bianca witnessed a sharp look of
disapproval in Camina's eyes, and Camina soon sang a different tune
fast.

"I'll do it," Camina said to
Bruce.

"What about your engagement?" Bruce
asked Camina.

"It'll just have to wait."

Camina's change of heart came as no
surprise to Bianca. There was just no way Camina was going to allow
Bianca the opportunity to work for her precious Bruce
Colby.

Bruce was about to leave the lunchroom
when he double backed over to Bianca. "Thanks anyway,
Bianca."

"If you ever need anyone to work late,
just give me a call," Bianca said to Bruce. "I'm usually here late
anyway."

"I'll do that," he stated
firmly.

Soon after Bruce disappeared from the
lunchroom, Camina set her glass on the counter and stepped to
Bianca. "What do you think you're doing?" Camina asked.

"I was trying to do you a
favor."

"No you weren't."

Bianca returned to the table, sat down
and continued to work on her document. All the while, Camina stood
over her, not saying a word. After several seconds, Bianca looked
up at her and said, "You're too sensitive. That's your
problem."

"No, you're full of shit. That's the
problem. I see what you're trying to do, and I don't like
it."

"Well, I better mend my ways then,
because Lord knows I live to please you."