Emerged

Chapter 5: Clashing Flames

Elles POV:

"Like an iceberg in the sea, baby you do things to me, that I never felt. You make me melt.."

Singing to my hearts content as I was strolling down the street to stop at my favourite coffee shop , hoping to remedy my foul mood I seemed to have woken up with. I entered the Beaster coffee house and put a smile on my face when I noticed Betty , my favourite barista at the counter.

"Hey Betty boo-boo, how ya doing today?"

Betty stared at me with an arched eyebrow , clearly picking up on my forced enthusiasm and smiled at me while shaking her head.

She knows I need a double shot espresso.

"Hi there lover girl, I'm well and I can see you need your special order today so I'll get started on that. Want to pay and wait in your favourite spot?"

"You know me like a book. Want to get married?"

Betty laughed at my ridiculous preposition and shook her head at me.

"Sit down sweetheart. I'll bring it to you when I'm done."

Following her instructions after paying for my coffee and giving my regular tip, which earned me another head shake. I sat down at my usual spot. The corner. Facing the view of the park just opposite the café and something caught my eye.

Damn. Mr Hot shot was running through the park without a T-shirt on, skin glistening from the sweat and leg muscles contracting with every leap-run he does.

As if sensing my eyes on him, his head shoots in my direction , quickly crouching down to hide my face in the booth I'm sitting in , resulting in my head knocking against the edge of the windowsill.

Mother-fu...

My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a booming voice , " I knew you thought I was hot but I did not know you wanted to stalk me too."

The absolute arrogance of this guy I'll tell you...

"Stalking is a result of obsession, and as for me looking at you a moment ago, you were in the way of the pretty baby that was crawling in the grass behind you. Maybe next time stop trying to gain attention running bare chested."

At the mention of his bare chest , it registered that he was indeed still bare. My cheeks felt like it was flaring up but I kept a stoic face.

He chuckles and leans his arms on my table encompassing me with his natural odor and smell of cologne. "If you were looking at the baby , why is the mention of my chest making you slightly wet down there."

My legs squeezed together involuntarily. I stammered, surprise not masked from my voice or face,"I...I...I don't know what you talking about asshole."

He leaned closer and my back hit the leather of the bench. I wanted to feel him elsewhere in this moment and I was fighting my bodies reaction in comparison to how I thought I should feel.

"I'm talking about the way your mind wondered to a place where I am running my tongue up your thigh and suffocating myself between your legs. Would you like to be spread like my next feast baby girl?"

He held my gaze and I was paralysed.

Yes. Yes. Yes. Is what I wanted to say.

Instead I shook my head from the mental image of his words that caused a fire to burn deep at the bottom of my belly. "Your arrogance is uncanny , I'll give you that, but I'll pass on the generous offer thank you. Maybe you should lap up another females leg instead okay?"

"Or you could give me your name and I can take you out properly to remedy the way we met and apologise correctly?"

He was just trying to seduce me, now he wants to take me out! What kind of backward thinking fool am I dealing with?

The last word came out as a question, as though he was waiting for the rejection he felt was coming his way.

"If you leaving me alone means giving you my name then so be it, it's Ellie Reneè. Now can you please go, you ruining my taste in men by standing so close"

That was meant as an insult , instead Eli took it as a compliment.

"Do not worry anymore baby girl, I'll be ruining your insides too. Just practice stretching for me in the meantime." , with that said he took two steps back facing me and spun on his heel , popped his AirPods back into his ear and practically jogged out like he did not just rattle my literal world.

I'm s*x depraved. That is what I repeated to myself as I watched him resume his run. I however could not help stop myself from checking out his ass and the thoughts came rushing through more.

Oh he is cruel… yet I’d be fibbing if I said I did not like it. Even a little bit

Betty came shortly after with my cup of Joe and did not waste time trying to ring out of me why I seemed so rattled and who he was. Her eyes glistening with attraction for the man she just saw sprinting out her shop.

I insisted he was no one and relayed the story of what happened back at my store.

“Oh I can tell he will be good for you, since he has you riled up and hasn’t even begun scratching the surface”, says Betty.

This annoys me to no end , finishing my espresso in one gulp , I stand to my feet. “No man can rattle a cage they don’t have the code to break, he’d have to grovel before I even consider letting him near me.”

To this Betty chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief but offering no retort.

The chimes of the door notified of my exit and as I trudged my way to my store , I could not help but wonder what it would feel like to have him suffocating between my thighs.

I’m screwed.