18. Dirty Talks

Despite the throbbing in her head, Laila’s senses zinged remembering the action yesterday, she felt different from contact with Blaze DeVille. Talk about magnetism. Some said he had the personality of an ice cube, but all she’d sensed was pure masculine power, domineering man, evil but he could be fun. Even through his formal clothing, she’d seen the outline of sculpted muscles in his arms and chest. His dark, thick hair dripped sexual prowess and the silence made him mysterious but with her he is a fun person, they could talk about something small yet it turned into a very interesting conversation. 

Blaze DeVille,  has promised to be nicer, he promised not to haunt her at night, but yesterday... He walked out of line. He kissed and ravised her at the car, she remembered those lips punishinh her.. and those green eyes had seemed to flicker in the dark, and shone with lust. 

She dropped her things and started a bath, preparing for fresh bath before a tiring long day. She had tried a paracetamol for her head nothing helped when she had a migraine. Her phone rang and she looked to see who was calling. Lidya—her best friend. She hit talk. “Hey, how’s it going?”

“You sound sick. Do you have a headache?”

“How can you tell?” Asked Laila.

“Your voice gets all tight. I’m sorry. Did you try the hot bath, or a medication?”

“Trying it now. I have a paracetamol this morning, but it is not working."

"Try the hot bath!"

"I will.. Mmh Lidya.. "

"What?"

“Lidya,  You’ll never believe who just took me out yesterday.” Laila decided to tell Lidya, she needs someone to share. She needs her opinion. 

“Who?” Asked Lidya lazily. 

“Blaze DeVille, our very own lecturer”

Lidya whistled. “Wow. How’d that happened?”

"You're not angry?"

"Nope. Why should I? I have someone new, he is sexier in every aspects." Lidya giggled.

Laila told her Lidya the whole story, from him finding her at the campus, going to the cafe, and the car's incident.

“So, what’s he like? You like him?"

" I don't know Lidya, it's confusing."

"What's confusing?"

"I don't know. I'll tell you later,  its getting late." Laila ends the call and hurrying to the bathroom for a quick bath. Her head is still pounding hard. She will ask her brother to take her to the campus.

Eating her breakfast lazily, Laila eyes are bulging wide when she saw a red Mustang pulled up, she snatched up her things and dashed out as if she were late. Blaze is smiling from ear to ear, he stands beside his shiny car.

"What do you want?" Laila said in a cold way. 

“Good morning, Laila."

“Pfft.. Good morning, Mr. DeVille,” she said sarcasticly. "What do you want?"

"What if I said, I want you?" He winks naughtily. Blaze opened the car door and got in, "Come on I take you to campus."

"Nope, I will go with my brother." Refused Laila. 

"He can't. He is in a hurry, look!" Blaze points to the backdoor of Laila's house, there she saw his brother is rowing his bike crazily. That guy! 

Laila finally enter the car, Blaze put the Laila's seat belt on. 

“How’s your head?” He asked.

"How do you know about my head?" Asked Laila accusingly. 

"I know about everything. So how is it?"

“Better,” she said, forcing a bright smile.

He scanned her face. “Not quite,” he said.

Her smile dimmed. “Mostly,” she said, oddly defensive.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

"Drink coffee! Eat something sweet. If it's not working go to the doctor."

Her heart picked up speed. Did the evil man worriying her? She hoped, rather desperately, that he did. She felt confused.

“So… I, uh, wanted to apologize for that comment I made yesterday. I didn’t mean to sound like an evil witch.” Said Laila, she is wondering why  she said sorry, it was not her fault anyway. He did something she was not expecting, and he promised to treat her better, yet he did it. It's his fault! Not me! 

Again, the twitch of his mouth as his eyes slid sideways to meet hers. "Why you said sorry? It was my fault! The moment our lips were touched, I can't hold back. You are like an addiction for me, the more I taste you.. The more I want you."

She caught her breath when their gazes locked and held, his dark-lashed green eyes melting her with each suspended moment. He looked back to the road and the spell broke.

She exhaled and tried again. “I hope you’ll still do your promise though, I mean…” She trailed off. 

“I was trying."

“Really? You did?” Asked Laila being sarcastic. She became a sassy girl, and she never knew that she could be that kind of person.  The man sitting next to her, has changed her life.

He didn’t answer that question, he kept his eyes to the road. She sat back in the seat and watched the skillful way he navigated traffic. This guy could be evil, could be as normal as a teenage boy, could be cold,  could be smart.

"What do you do at spare time?" Asked Blaze without looking at her. 

"Mmh... You said you know everything about me?"

“I do, I asked you... What you like, your preferance, like arts? Sports?”

"I am never good at arts, or sports."

"I can teach you art. But it's only if you are the model of the painting, my preference is nude painting." He said seriously.

Laila doesn't asnwer back, he is being a jerk side of him. 

"I'm serious! One day... I will. I have a good eyes for the detail."

"Not interested!" Laila said, she doesn't like how the conversation turned dirty.

"Actually, I do have a painting of you... Naked on my bed!"

"I never posed naked! And I never sleep at your bed... " Laila stopped.

"You did sleep on my bed remember! The packet's incidents!" Blaze said all smirking. 

"But.. I never sleep naked!"

"Really? But I have the painting you know!" Said Blaze he is satisfied with Laila's reaction.