There he was. Terrence Edward Wall. Tall, dark and handsome. He wore a tailored, navy suit that did nothing to hide that glorious form. Dean and Jelena had been over for weeks and Terrence and she had been flirting and sizing each other up ever since. The L.A. Devils were on a winning streak. Maybe on their way to a championship. In no small part to the number three guy on the team, who seemed to be slowly, but surely, moving up the food chain.
Terrence and his fellow players were at the Devils Playground bar, doing shots and celebrating. Jelena, as well as the other Devil Girls, had just entered. She knew they looked good. That she looked good. Jelena smoothly and slowly strode over to the baller, her green eyes locking with his brown ones.
"Would you like to dance?" she asked, completely ignoring the other men at the bar.
"Sure," he said easily, but quickly. Even sitting on the red bar stool, he towered above Jelena's petite form.
"Well, come on then, follow my lead," she purred then put out her hand, a slight smile to her lips. Even in the crowded club, music thumping and drinks flowing, Jelena was well aware that Terrence and she were the center of attention. It was exactly what she wanted. It let the others, players and dancers alike, know that she'd decided to claim Terrence. Everyone else should back away slowly, and nobody would get hurt. She pulled his strong hand around her waist. She could smell the freshness of his aftershave, as it engulfed her. It made her a touch wet and her nipples hard. The dance was a slow and smooth groove with just the right amount of push and pull. ~~~
A week later, they were on their first date. They'd gone to the hottest restaurant, then the hottest club in L.A. While not swamped by press, fans and hangers on, there had been an interested buzz. And it was electric. Somehow, they managed, through it all, to talk for hours about nothing and yet everything. Not about family, at least not about James and Vanessa. His mostly. The Walls were basically The Cosby Show. In Universe. Not that real life mess.
It seemed like they were suddenly in the back of his car, engulfed in a kiss. Full lips met full lips, as his warm and expert tongue probed hers, slightly sweeping across her teeth before consuming her. It felt like velvet, and it simply made her liquid, her breath caught as she pulled back in confused desire. Damn, she liked him; Jelena was not used to liking a man, well anyone, this much. She was not a whore. An easy side piece. But there was something about Terrence, that made her want to be…
Terrence told the driver to play her favorite song, to her surprise and delight, 'A Woman's Worth' was suddenly filling the back of the limo. "Raquel, told me," he whispered.
She wasn't lonely. She had her career. The Devil Girls. She had Raquel. Who was currently on hiatus, being four and a half months pregnant and a newlywed. She gave that marriage six more months, a year tops. So, she'd had to call in one of their standby alternates, Daisy, to complete the season. It was stressful and a lot of work. Especially while having to deal with that pre-menopausal old hag, Olivia… Jelene'd built a team and didn't like having to alter it. Raquel and her emotions.
She quickly put on a mask, a smirk. Never let any man see too much because they always tried to take advantage. And she would always take and have that.
Whatever. Terrence was a catch. A prize. Someone who would look good on her arm, as she made her way forward in the Devils' organization. Nothin' more…
The next morning, Jelena woke up, squinting against the morning light as it came in from the glass terrace doors. She quietly sat up and looked down at Terrence. A low snore rising as he slept. She hadn't meant to give it up so quickly. For all his ballerness, this was a man looking for a 'wifey.' She had to play it smart, and she knew a 'hit it & quit it' wasn't what Terrence Wall was probably looking for in a long-term girlfriend. But she didn't regret it. It had been amazing, she thought with a smile of approval as she slid the fur comforter down just a bit, revealing a perfectly muscled dark buttock. 'Shit.' She had to not get caught up in feelings. Even lust.
Jelena grabbed her leather purse, pulled out her cell and softly ordered a car. She then placed her feet on the floor, letting the silk sheets slide down her tawny frame, snatched her crumpled clothes up off of the floor, and pulled her dress over her mussed hair, vaguely wishing she had her flat iron. She then stuffed her lingerie into her bag , picked up her stilettos, shrugged on her trench, and despite herself, she practically floated while doing her walk of shame down to the waiting auto.