“Oh. I see,” after hearing his declaration, Avia stood, smoothing the slight wrinkles from her form-fitting dress. A small, defeated chuckle made its way past her purple pout as his thirsty eyes drank in her petite hourglass frame, “I have no doubt that you want me — as you should — but wanting me and being ready for me are two very different things.”
“Avi…c’mon now,” Drexel sighed, dropping his head, “Avi… please.”
“So, when you’re ready for me…” tossing him a final glance over her shoulder before her stilettos welcomed the pavement, she added, “Let me know and maybe, if you’re lucky, I’ll still be available… and interested. Goodbye, Drex.”
…let the chase begin.
