Face/Off: Selected Scene

He walked in and sat down in the leather chair. He slowly lowered himself into the chair. He led the cigarette in his mouth with his lips. He was too cool to pull the cigarette out of his mouth to try to exhale the smoke out.

As soon as he sat down he let a puff of smoke escape his mouth. With the cigarette held in the middle of his mouth the let the smoke out of the sides.

The woman looked at him as he walked and smiled to herself. She looked at him in his burgundy shirt and his silk suit. Burgundy. The fabric of the shirt was wonderful all on it's own. Egyptian silk. So smooth that she wanted to to touch it and just run her fingers along the material. The suit was was made specifically for him. One of those suits that takes three fittings to get right and that costs five thousand dollars. He wore red sunglasses with golden frames that were perfectly crafted to fit his straight face. She liked his attitude. Everything in his attire seemed to be deigned specifically for him. The golden Scarab cuff links were the perfect complement anything else that was metal on him. His watch and even belt buckle was matched perfectly to each other.

He put his arms at his side and threw his head back. Like a brat he spoke through the cigarette in his mouth.

"Let's go. Let's go. I'm bored. Let's go."

He said it quick and in one breath. He was above taking an unnecessary breath.

She came up to him and give him his fifty dollar a glass Brandy. She said, "Here you go."

All the said was, "Bravo." Once again he spoke holding the cigarette in between his lips.

Then he asked him if he would like anything else. At that point he finally noticed her and proceeded to pull the cigarette out of his mouth but pinching it with the index and middle finger of his left hand. He looked at her through the red sunglasses and it seemed like he could undress her his eyes.

He did not have to think of his response but he did pause for dramatic effect. He wanted to have a long enough pause so she could really pay attention to what he was about to say. He smiled at her and gave out a low moan as he told her what he wanted.

"A peach..."

She was a little surprised by that answer. He looked up at her and tapped his knee with his left fingers, while still hold in the cigarette.

"Sit."

He continued to tap his knee until until she turned around and began to sit on his left knee.

Then he brought the cigarette to his mouth so he could could wrap his arm around her waist when she sat on his knee. He loved a woman in a business suit. A business suit on a woman was like the door that has a fire on the other side. It's like they were waiting for someone to pull the chord and set them free.

As she sat down he moved the glass of Brandy from his right hand to his left. As he did that she could feel the strength of his embrace. She smiled at him as she felt his control over her. He could control her mind and deep inside she wanted him to control her body.

He lifted his right hand up can and but the cigarette between his middle and index finger. He inhaled a lung full of smoke. He could feel the minty flavor of the cigarette in his mouth. Like spearmint. That is what Marlboro Menthol Light tastes like. The taste on his lips were bitter and sour at the same time. He could feel his tongue become raspy as the smoke travel through his system.

"You know I can eat a peach for hours."

He spoke nice and slow. He spoke giving just the right inflection to the sentence he had just delivered letting it sink into her mind. He wanted her to know, and she did know, that he was not really talking about a peach and that he was willing to consume her. She smiled and looked down. She did not want to look at him in the eye. She was not sure what she would do if she tried to look at him. He turned his head to the side and let all the smoke out through his mouth. Once again the minty bitter taste flowed over his tongue.

He turned to look at her again. She had her eyes closed.

By this time he had, both, the glass of Brandy and his cigarette in his right hand. He was waving them in the air as if he was controlling them like he was controlling her.

He turned his head to the left and used his hand to lower this glasses down to the tip of his nose. Now he could look at her and she could see into his eyes. They held her mind for a few moments. He could do that. Thats is why she originally did not want to look into his eyes. She was actually thankful that he was wearing the sunglasses but now was staring straight at her and she had to give him her undivided attention.

"Um."

Now he pretended to struggle with his words.

"Come. Come here."

He quietly asked to to come closer.

She leaned in close to him. She could feel his entire chest up against her. Every ripple on his body translated right through the silk shirt onto her. She smiled wider the more she of his body she felt against her.

Now he stared straight into her eyes. He knew exactly what that stare would do to her. He knew exactly that his voice was sending shivers down her spine.

"If I were to send you flowers... Where would I..."

He stopped and smiled at her. He laughed a little ans some more cigarette smoke escaped his mouth. He shook his head as if he was trying to get his thoughts straight. As if shaking his head would let the all the loose thought out.

He started over again. All she could do was lean closer to him. She wanted to hear each and every word that was escaping from his mouth.

"Wait let me rephrase."

Now she was inches from his face. She could feel the heat of his voice on her lips.

"If I were to... let... you suck... my tongue..."

Once again he paused for dramatic effect. She was captivated.

"Would you be grateful..."


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