A band began to play sweet jazz music and the dance floor of the restaurant began to fill up. Roger looked down at his watch, they still had an hour before they had to be at the theater. He stood and outstretched his hand. Without thinking, she took it and followed him to the dance floor.
As they gently swayed back and forth, waves of insecurity pounded Roger's heart. He was terrified. In an attempt to redeem his faltering soul, he wanted to improve himself. Roger had suddenly begun to care about what Dorothy thought and said. If she wasn't pleased, he found that he wasn't either...that disturbed him.
Roger had always considered himself a free thinker, but now he felt the need to think what she thought, do what she did, feel...he stopped himself in mid-thought as that o' so controversial word pushed its way into his self-conscious.
Often Roger forgot that Dorothy was an android...a thing...made by the hands of man. But something told him not to buy the "machine not man" bit. Dorothy was too real, it was sometimes eerie when she got those looks on her face...like the one she had now...she glowed!
Neither of them needed to speak at this moment...it was too perfect. If they spoke, Dorothy figured it might end up in a heated debate about some meaningless political issue. There were more important things. Dorothy knew that Roger's stubborn ways gave him a need to be right all the time, and it often ended in his irritated rants.
A pair of eyes watched them from a table alone as they ignored the world. The woman who owned the eyes stood and walked gracefully from her seat in the direction of the dance floor. Her tight, pink dress went down to the floor with the exception of a slit on the left side that went all the way up her left thigh, and her cleavage gently bounced from the tube top as she walked. Her blonde hair was pin-straight until the ends, which came up in delicate, flawless curls.
The men in the restaurant looked her up and down, ignoring the fact that her eyes never glanced back at them. The lady in pink stopped in front of a couple on the dance floor and the men strained to hear as she purred,
"May I cut in?"
Roger felt his stomach turn at the sound of her voice.
"Angel," he said. "I don't think so. I have a date this evening."
Dorothy lifted her head from it's welcome place on Roger's shoulder. Her rich, brown eyes entangled themselves in the sharp seas of blue that were Angel's eyes.
"That's a shame. I was hoping you'd make time to dance with me. No matter!"
Angel took a step back and scanned the room for a handsome man. Her eyes landed themselves on a random gentleman. She approached him seductively and said,
"Would you do me the honor of a dance?"
There seemed to be an air of sudden jealousy throughout the male population of the room as he accepted her offer, ignoring his protesting date. She led the way to the dance floor, and the man took her in his arms.
"We haven't really been introduced, have we?" he said.
"No," Angel spoke, her eyes shifting back and forth from Roger to her dance partner. "I don't believe we have."
"I'm Tad Morgan. Who might you be?"
She chuckled.
"Angelina Sawyer. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Morgan."
"No need for such formalities. You can call me Tad."
When they had made a full rotation, Tad sniggered and made a wry face.
"Looks like Paradigm's 'Top Negotiator' is living it up tonight."
Angel's eyes widened with interest.
"What do you know about Roger Smith?" she asked.
"What do I know? I know for sure that the bastard has nearly put my investigation firm out of business!"
Angel fell silent for a minute. Tad noticed her thought and asked her if she was all right.
"You're such a gentleman." she said, running her hands on his arms seductively. "That kind of thing gets me all fired up!"
She leaned forward to whisper in his ear,
"Get rid of your lady friend and meet me in the men's bathroom."
With that her hands found their way to his groin and she gave a quick squeeze before walking to the bathroom. As quick as he could, Tad got rid of his date and practically ran to join this new woman Angelina.
He walked in and quickly slammed the door behind him, turning the lock so they would not be disturbed. There she sat on the counter next to the sink, her legs crossed, applying more pink lipstick to her perfect, pouty lips. She stood and walked over to him and gave his groin another squeeze.
"Let's have some fun!" she said.
He groaned as she pushed him back against the wall.
"I like aggressive women."
"And I like aggressive men, so show me what you're made of!"
They began removing each other's clothing with growing urgency. Just as they came to their underwear, Tad stopped. He looked at her.
"I don't want to hurt you Angelina."
Angel gave a hearty laugh and said,
"Don't worry babe, you won't hurt me!"
He shook his head regardless and pushed her back. He put his clothes back on and she looked stunned by the rejection.
"No one's ever refused me before Tad."
"Well, I'm not the kind of guy who does one night stands. Why don't we try dinner first?"
At this, Angel's heart melted.
"You're not too busy?" she asked with an air of skepticism.
"Not in the least, Ms. Sawyer." Tad said softly as he kissed her hand. "Shall we?"
As they walked from the bathroom that almost became their place of passion, Angel's heart pounded within her.
And she didn't notice at all that the negotiator had disappeared.
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Oki...what do you think? I thought that was pretty good. As much as I despise Angel, no body ever lets her find true love, so why not give this a try? I find Angel's character fascinating. She's not easy, but she seems like she'll do anything for her job...whatever it is. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and please leave lots of reviews! Thanks!
~*Tori*~
As they gently swayed back and forth, waves of insecurity pounded Roger's heart. He was terrified. In an attempt to redeem his faltering soul, he wanted to improve himself. Roger had suddenly begun to care about what Dorothy thought and said. If she wasn't pleased, he found that he wasn't either...that disturbed him.
Roger had always considered himself a free thinker, but now he felt the need to think what she thought, do what she did, feel...he stopped himself in mid-thought as that o' so controversial word pushed its way into his self-conscious.
Often Roger forgot that Dorothy was an android...a thing...made by the hands of man. But something told him not to buy the "machine not man" bit. Dorothy was too real, it was sometimes eerie when she got those looks on her face...like the one she had now...she glowed!
Neither of them needed to speak at this moment...it was too perfect. If they spoke, Dorothy figured it might end up in a heated debate about some meaningless political issue. There were more important things. Dorothy knew that Roger's stubborn ways gave him a need to be right all the time, and it often ended in his irritated rants.
A pair of eyes watched them from a table alone as they ignored the world. The woman who owned the eyes stood and walked gracefully from her seat in the direction of the dance floor. Her tight, pink dress went down to the floor with the exception of a slit on the left side that went all the way up her left thigh, and her cleavage gently bounced from the tube top as she walked. Her blonde hair was pin-straight until the ends, which came up in delicate, flawless curls.
The men in the restaurant looked her up and down, ignoring the fact that her eyes never glanced back at them. The lady in pink stopped in front of a couple on the dance floor and the men strained to hear as she purred,
"May I cut in?"
Roger felt his stomach turn at the sound of her voice.
"Angel," he said. "I don't think so. I have a date this evening."
Dorothy lifted her head from it's welcome place on Roger's shoulder. Her rich, brown eyes entangled themselves in the sharp seas of blue that were Angel's eyes.
"That's a shame. I was hoping you'd make time to dance with me. No matter!"
Angel took a step back and scanned the room for a handsome man. Her eyes landed themselves on a random gentleman. She approached him seductively and said,
"Would you do me the honor of a dance?"
There seemed to be an air of sudden jealousy throughout the male population of the room as he accepted her offer, ignoring his protesting date. She led the way to the dance floor, and the man took her in his arms.
"We haven't really been introduced, have we?" he said.
"No," Angel spoke, her eyes shifting back and forth from Roger to her dance partner. "I don't believe we have."
"I'm Tad Morgan. Who might you be?"
She chuckled.
"Angelina Sawyer. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mr. Morgan."
"No need for such formalities. You can call me Tad."
When they had made a full rotation, Tad sniggered and made a wry face.
"Looks like Paradigm's 'Top Negotiator' is living it up tonight."
Angel's eyes widened with interest.
"What do you know about Roger Smith?" she asked.
"What do I know? I know for sure that the bastard has nearly put my investigation firm out of business!"
Angel fell silent for a minute. Tad noticed her thought and asked her if she was all right.
"You're such a gentleman." she said, running her hands on his arms seductively. "That kind of thing gets me all fired up!"
She leaned forward to whisper in his ear,
"Get rid of your lady friend and meet me in the men's bathroom."
With that her hands found their way to his groin and she gave a quick squeeze before walking to the bathroom. As quick as he could, Tad got rid of his date and practically ran to join this new woman Angelina.
He walked in and quickly slammed the door behind him, turning the lock so they would not be disturbed. There she sat on the counter next to the sink, her legs crossed, applying more pink lipstick to her perfect, pouty lips. She stood and walked over to him and gave his groin another squeeze.
"Let's have some fun!" she said.
He groaned as she pushed him back against the wall.
"I like aggressive women."
"And I like aggressive men, so show me what you're made of!"
They began removing each other's clothing with growing urgency. Just as they came to their underwear, Tad stopped. He looked at her.
"I don't want to hurt you Angelina."
Angel gave a hearty laugh and said,
"Don't worry babe, you won't hurt me!"
He shook his head regardless and pushed her back. He put his clothes back on and she looked stunned by the rejection.
"No one's ever refused me before Tad."
"Well, I'm not the kind of guy who does one night stands. Why don't we try dinner first?"
At this, Angel's heart melted.
"You're not too busy?" she asked with an air of skepticism.
"Not in the least, Ms. Sawyer." Tad said softly as he kissed her hand. "Shall we?"
As they walked from the bathroom that almost became their place of passion, Angel's heart pounded within her.
And she didn't notice at all that the negotiator had disappeared.
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Oki...what do you think? I thought that was pretty good. As much as I despise Angel, no body ever lets her find true love, so why not give this a try? I find Angel's character fascinating. She's not easy, but she seems like she'll do anything for her job...whatever it is. E-mail me at NeoTori7688@aol.com and please leave lots of reviews! Thanks!
~*Tori*~