I stared at her for all of five minutes as she walked past me.  

Alexandria Carter. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen, aside from myself of course.  

She was working in the food court of the mall, and Josh and I just happened to be in the mall that Saturday to catch a movie for the first time in months. He was sitting to my left devouring his all chicken roti.  

I took my eyes away from her petite four foot frame long enough to admire him wolfing down the curry dish wrapped in a slim pancake like skin. I loved to watch him eat, however I really enjoyed watching him eat my cooking, or rather watching him eat me.  

“Kitty,” he wiped his mouth with the large tissue and followed my eyes to their previous object of lust. “You’ve sat there for the last ten minutes staring at her, why don’t you just invite her to join us?”  

His eyes were twinkling with that boyish mischief that I couldn’t resist, even though I knew it was a pre-requisite for trouble.

“She’s working Josh,” I tried to cover my glee at his suggestion with a very mock protest. “Besides, I’ve never seen her with a woman before. Not how I want her.”

Oh, it wasn’t mischief anymore. It was flat out wickedness. He was issuing an instruction to me, and there was no way I would have gotten out of this one. Nope, not this time.

“Do you want her?” I asked adjusting my legs so that they crossed and the right one was brushing his knee under the table. I leaned my head to aside arching the left eyebrow knowing full well he knew what this sign was.

My total submission to his will for the moment.

“I want her, and more than that.” His right hand found its way under the table and slid up my leg leaving a flaming cold trail as the air conditioning hit my heated skin. “I can see you want her, and whether she’s ever been with a woman or not, I intend to give her to you.”

He slid his fingers across my lap, the jeans skirt broke the skin to skin contact, but it was too late, my body was responding to his touch and the way his eyes lazily detached themselves from my own to wander across the luncheon area of the mall, seeking out the dark skinned object of both our affections, I knew he knew about the gentle spasms radiating from my core.

“Besides, seeing you with another woman is my second biggest fantasy.” He added pushing my leg off his; somehow it had worked its way, all on its own of course, up into his lap, where he was massaging my muscles unconsciously. My body had a habit of acting on its own accord around Mr. Steele, honestly.

He stood and stretched. I couldn’t help admire him like if I was seeing him for the first time. His muscles twisted and bunched like a jaguar under the light green t-shirt he was wearing, he had asked me to pick some shirts for him that would actually reveal his physique instead of hiding it as the modern styles did. I had to admit I did a damn good job. The shirt conformed around his chest and shoulders in a way that made