Aleister stood outside. He had used the excuse of needing a smoke break even though he didn't smoke. He just needed a break. A moment alone to think to himself. Too many people for his liking inside. And one woman in particular kept getting his attention in a disruptive way.
He was a waiter, and people came with the job. Serving them, hearing them complain, many of them thinking they were better than him because they had money. He had money too. Not the enormous amounts these rich people had but he had enough to live the life he wanted. He was a simple but happy man.
The door to the house opened and he tried pressing himself further up the tree he was standing up against. He didn't think anyone would come out through the back door to disturb his peace. He recognized the sparkling, yellow dress though. Formfitting, knee length, with a slit that went up to the middle of her thigh. There she was, the woman he hadn't been able to take his eyes off.
He looked up to take in the green eyed beauty with the dark purple hair. She was breathtaking. She was also the woman of the house, not to mention married to Buddy Murphy who threw this party for all his associates. He had seen her hanging on his arm like a piece of accessory he was showing off. Paisley Murphy was breathtaking, married, and also unhappy. That much he could tell without having shared a single word with her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone was out here," she said.
"It's alright," he patted his hand on the tree. "I think this is wide enough for both of us. I don't mind sharing."
She gave him a smile as she walked towards him.
"Aleister, right?" She asked.
"I'm surprised you know my name," he said.
"I'm full of surprises sometimes," she said.
"So you learn the staff's names without talking to them first. That's actually a sweet thing to do. Makes them feel like human beings rather than slaves," she said.
"I don't treat anyone like slaves. Why would I treat people like I'm being treated?" She asked.
"You..." He didn't know what he was trying to say. "That shit ain't right."
She stepped closer to him. So close that he could touch her. All he had to do was reach out and he would have her in his arms.
"For the record, I only learned your name," she said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I wanted to know the name of the man I will be thinking about tonight while performing my wifely duties in bed with Buddy," she answered.
He reached out, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her in for a kiss. He didn't think. He acted on impulses and she acted with him. He spun them around and pressed her up against the tree. He kissed the life out of her before finally breaking apart.
"Wow," he said. "Tell me you felt that."
"I felt something," she said.
"There's an insane electricity between us. Don't deny it," he said.
"I'm not," she said. "I don't know what to call it. I've never felt like this before."
Her entire body felt like it was on fire. He leaned in to kiss her neck.
"Tell me your dreams," he said. "Tell me all about you. Tell me what you want. Your deepest desire. What would make you happy? What would put a fire back into those beautiful, sad eyes?"
"Someone getting me out of here," she said.
"Rescuing you like a fairytale prince?" He leaned back out and smirked at her.
"Something like that," she managed to smile. "Childish, I know."
He kept the smirk on his face while pulling her dress up to her hips. She wore a black, lace thong underneath.
"What are you doing?" She whispered.
"Ssh, Paisley," he shushed her. "Don't think. Just feel."
His hand traveled down inside her thong. His fingers were like magic from the first second. She let out a moan. He silenced her by kissing her again. Once again kissing the life out of her while two of his fingers slid in and out of her. She grinded her hips against his fingers, helping him move her fast towards the goal. She cried out as silently as she could, his mouth swallowing those cries of pleasure she couldn't keep down.
He broke the kiss and looked at her. There was something in her eyes he hadn't seen all night. Some sort of fire. Or maybe some sort of hope. A thrill of joy even. He pulled his fingers out of her and sucked them dry while keeping eye contact with her. Clearly she was amused by seeing that.
"Paisley?" Buddy's voice tore through the night. "Where are you?"
Aleister turned his head in the direction of the voice. Buddy's voice came from the other side of the house. He had gone out through the front door to search for his wife. When Aleister looked back at Paisley, he saw nothing but fear in her eyes. He gently pulled her dress back down and pecked her lips.
"I told you, don't think," he reminded her. "Go inside and play the role like you always do. He's too stuck up in his own ego to notice anything."
"Thank you," she whispered.
"Don't thank me yet," he winked. "Also, you look breathtaking tonight. He's a lucky man who doesn't appreciates what he has. If he's not careful, he might lose you to someone else."
There was something in those words and in the tone of his voice that she couldn't quite decipher. Almost some underlying promise. Something she would never dare hope for. She shook her shoulders lightly and went back into character as the perfect wife. She walked inside, leaving Aleister outside to watch her go, not knowing what was going through his head in that moment.