Chrissel's Fire - Don't Waste My Fruit (3 page)

The air became even edgier as two people who desperately wanted to tear each other apart (even though they were strangers) were alone in a luxury bungalow, both waiting for the right opportunity to make that move.  They both continued to explore the interior of the bungalow which was a bit low keyed compared to the property they viewed in Elk Street, it however had  a comfortable and unique cottage feel with an air of luxury.   The walls were well painted in contrasting colors of darker hues which made it feel like a romantic place to be in.   This probably would not be the best place for two people who don’t belong together despite having crazy objectives.   The kitchen was nice and spacious and was marvelously adorned with ceramic tiles.   

“Gosh, this kitchen is so nice,” Thames said as he looked at Chrissel’s brown eyes after taking pictures of the kitchen.  She really did not want to look at him directly as she knew how defenseless she was to the sight of  his lips and the invite of his smile. 

“This kitchen was designed by the famous company from Sweden sir,” she answered while avoiding the risk of a face to face contact.

“You can call me Thames,” he said smiling while looking through the viewfinder of the camera.  He became tired of taking photos of lifeless objects in the cabin.  He really would not mind taking a photo of the only other living being in the building.

At this statement she could not avoid staring him in the face.  “
Does he have to smile?”
she asked herself as she felt wild reactions going through her soul. 

“
I am beginning to hate this man, I think he eventually realizes what he has been doing to me
and has figured how to make me defenseless; he has gotten better at it each time he does it.   The amount of fire this man has caused I wouldn’t need a match to boil some tea.”

“That might not be a good idea Mr. Snowy,” 

“But why?” he probed as he gave her another dose of his uncanny smile.

The stiff-necked and unyielding nubile that she was just could not keep her strong enough from falling for him each time he served up a smile.  

“Well, it is our company’s policy to address our clients and prospective clients by their surname,” she retorted.

“Well, I feel a lot more comfortable doing business with companies who have that personal touch,” he countered as he smiled and glided his eyes from her heels and did not stop until they made direct contact with her brown eyes.

“Ok then Thames.”

“
Thames, oh shooks, this really feels good; just by calling him by his first name really feels like I have him, or I own him.  Who is this man, why am I feeling all of this for him?  He is so happily married.   We just need to inspect the bathrooms and the bedrooms and then I will be out of here.  I need to get the heck away from Mr. Snowy,
but I really want Thames!
”

Chapter Six

“
Mr Snowy..ooops.. Thames over here we have the bathroom.”

“
Wow it really looks great,” responded Thames as he marveled at the way her slim curvy rear wobbled through her
corporate
grey tweed skirts.   As he knelt down to look at the cupboard below the washbasin so as to see what was inside;  Chrissel sat on the edge of the bath tub away from him.

“
Find what you are looking for Mr… Thames?” she asked as she crossed her long legs giving him a more than clear view.

“
Sure, it is really a great view inside… the cupboard,” he responded as he remained stooped.

“I believe this woman is begging for trouble, she is going to make me into a beast up in here,”
he muttered to himself.

While he was still stooped Chrissel went over to the washbasin and stood, positioning herself directly before him.   His eyes ascended from her heels, up her long legs, slowly passing her curvy waist, upward to her chest until they came to a halt when they reached her warm brown eyes.

“So Thames, do you like this?

“Oh yes I am so impressed ….with this bathroom,” he replied sharply.

“So are you going to take this?” Chrissel engaged.

“I want this….house!” Thames replied while still trying to play it safe.

“
I am just dying for this man to take my fruit; I just want to be down there with him for the rest of the day.  If he does not put out my fire I am going to seriously hurt him.  He is already taken so I can’t be his queen – but who says I can’t be his princess?  I wish his lungs could just inhale the strong steam of emotions that my body is just desperately waiting to exhale.”
These thoughts vapored through her mind as she watched his cute lips trembled while he was looking up at her as he was still stooped at the cupboard below the washbasin.

“Shall we go to the bedroom now?” Those were the only words that Thames could utter after seeing the fierce look of desire and desperation in her deep brown eyes.

“Ok, come with me,” she said with a noticeable change in her tone and
word per beat
rate.

Thames became quite intrigued with her now husky voice as he discerned that she was now hoarse with emotions of passion and this turned out to be added aphrodisiac for him.

Chapter Seven

As Chrissel Headed attempted to open the door to the bedroom the keys fell to the ground.   As she slouched over to retrieve the keys from the ground Thames stooped over stretched his hands a few centimeters from her thighs and retrieved the keys for her.    She exhaled a sigh of intensity and fervor as an extreme vigor of energy caused condensation from her innermost core when their hands touched after Thames handed her the keys.   She just had an allergy to this man which she just can't seem to cure.   They stared at each other passionately while they both stooped before each other in the entrance to the bedroom; even there was no smoke there was enough fire between the two strangers.

'I need a shower to cool this steam off,” she said to herself.  “He doesn't have a clue how hot I am for him, I want to be his slave, whatever he says, I will do.”
Chrissel muttered to herself while biting her lips as she stared on the nonpoisonous lips of her target.

“
Shall we?” Thames asked.

“Oh sure!” she countered.

“....Shall we view the bedroom?” he clarified.

“Could this be all that this stupidly attractive fellow could ask for in this hour of desperation?  I think I need to make my move if it even means that I have to hurt this bloke,”
she muttered angrily to herself.

It became so obvious that she had gotten tired of the property inspection and wanted a lot more from the visit to the cabin at Pear River Drive.

“This king sized bed is of the finest quality furniture but I believe it would look a lot better over here where we can have better view of the  blue lake – don't you think?” he asked as he lifted the outer feet of the bed and relocated it to his desired destination.

“OMG, look not only does he have a mesmerizing smile, he is strong; an ounce or length of that strength he is carrying could do me well right now.   Oh just look at how comfortable he looks; I just wish I could join him in his king sized hay.” 
These thoughts flowed through Chrissel's head as she watched him sitting and testing the mattress on the huge lair.

As Chrissel observed his blue denim it became more than obvious that Thames had grown firm interest in her but he was just trying to play it safe as he still remembered that he has a wife despite the fact that he was starved and desperate.

While he sat there on the mattress looking a bit too cozy, it became too unbearable for Chrissel to see her prey so close yet untouched.

“So are you going to take this? She probed as she stared him in the face while biting her lips.

“Well, sure this is what I want... I hope Jilean likes it.” Thames answered

“Why is he playing with me? I think he knows what he is doing,  he knows what the heck I want; he won't get away!”
Chrissel bleated to herself as she bit her lips harder.

“What do you think about this package?” she asked

“I believe it is the best I have ever seen.... I think it is a lot more value in comparison to the property on Elk's Street,” he replied as he served her up another of his hypnotic smile.

“What do you like best about this property?” she asked as she sounded even huskier.

“Well, I believe I would have a lot of memorable moments on this property.”

“This property has a lot of ripen fruits ready for you to pick,” she advised.

“Speaking of which, let us go outside and check out the fruit trees and the landscape,” Thames repelled as he got up from the bed while she came closer to him.

“I know he wants this but he is playing Mr. Hard to Get.  Ok let us play this his way.   I hate this simpleton but want him – I guess he is the grape and I am Miss Fox.”
Chrissel whimpered to herself as she was quite disappointed and was becoming extremely impatient for what did not belong to her.

“Well sure sir, let us go outside and look at fruits.” Chrissel replied as she tried to jeer Thames.

“
I hope he realizes he does not have all day to eat of the fruits from my tree.”

They both headed outside.

Chapter Eight

Chrissel, this time around allowed Thames to take the lead while she followed with her hands folded as she watched her target moving away from her.    It seemed as if he had forgotten her as he pulled out his camera and started taking pictures of the scenery.    Thames really loved and appreciated nature and this would be a major factor in his decision to purchase this property.

“I'll wait right here while you go site seeing Mr.Snowy,” she notified.

“But why, I really don't mind your company.” Thames replied without even look behind as he walked over to the apple tree.

“My legs are tired and
weak.”

“
Ok I will wait on you, you just need to rid yourself of some of the extra gear and you will be fine,” he answered as he turned around and looked her in the eyes.

“And what should I remove?” she asked

“Well, you could take those shoes off; they may be a bit too tall.”

“But the grass is gonna rip my stockings.”