âOh. I see,â after hearing his declaration, Avia stood, smoothing the slight wrinkles from her form-fitting dress. A small, defeated chuckle made its way past her purple pout as his thirsty eyes drank in her petite hourglass frame, âI have no doubt that you want me - as you should - but wanting me and being ready for me are two very different things.â
âAviâŚcâmon now,â Drexel sighed, dropping his head, âAvi⌠please.â
âSo, when youâre ready for meâŚâ tossing him a final glance over her shoulder before her stilettos welcomed the pavement, she added, âLet me know and maybe, if youâre lucky, Iâll still be available⌠and interested. Goodbye, Drex.â
...let the chase begin.