"Esra," he interrupted her impatiently, "let me see."
She held the top ends together and watched as his hands jiggered the zipper, his brows creased in concentration, and his head so close that she could feel his breath against her face.
His fingers brushed against her bare, sensitive skin, and she looked away briefly, almost hissing at the intense heat of his touch. Damn, his hands were so sexy. Why had she never noticed? Long fingers, taut veins popping along the back of his hands, his arms all muscled and sinewy.
And what was that scent? she inhaled deeper - so fresh and woodsy and manly.... Her brain screeched to a halt. Wait, what now? Where had those thoughts come from? She shook her head, excusing herself. No big deal, I'm just a normal human reacting to something attractive, that's all.
"There!" he said triumphantly, as he pulled the zipper free and all the way up. He looked up and found his face dangerously close to her flushed face. The stood still for a hot minute, both holding their breath, the air between them crackling with a strange new energy, before she took a step back.
اوووه! هذه الصورة لا تتبع إرشادات المحتوى الخاصة بنا. لمتابعة النشر، يرجى إزالتها أو تحميل صورة أخرى.
"Thanks!" she said breathily. Too breathily, dammit Esra, she cursed herself.
She cleared her throat and tried again, "Thanks. I'm glad you were able to fix it and I didn't have to tear the dress."
"Me too," he said, "I mean, I'm glad you didn't have to tear the dress. Because it's nice and it looks nice on you. And the red color...it is... also very nice," he ended lamely.
Ah yes, perfect timing for verbal vomit, Ozan, he slapped his head mentally, remembering why he had distanced himself from her in the first place.
They walked the three blocks to the new bar and sat down and ordered drinks. It was clear that there was no karaoking to be had from Ozan, but maybe if he downed a few drinks. Hmm Esra wanted to see him let loose. One of these days, she would make it happen, she thought mischievously.
"So tell me what's new with you, I feel like I've known you all my life, but also don't know you at all." she said, once they were done with what they had ordered. "Do you have a girlfriend? Anyone interesting at work?"
He grinned at how she dove right into the topic. "There's this one girl who I think is coming on to me, but I'm really not interested."
"Well you should tell her that," Esra countered.
"She hasn't said anything yet, so I don't want to make it awkward. Even though she's acts really strange around me."
He put his hands in either sides of his head, "I'm just going to wear blinders and avoid her as best as I can."
"Typical," Esra laughed and shook her head.
"Ok so definitely not her, but are you interested in anyone? I could help you you know. Be your wingman, or wingwoman in this case. I'm good at that stuff," she brushed at her shoulders in a self-congratulatory tone.
