Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

She supposed on some obscured level of debauchery, that they could wholeheartedly relate when it came to their morbid sense of humor. She found his general comments to be undoubtedly amusing, and though it often belittled her in a sense, or at least tried to, Evelyn was absolutely bubbling with giddiness. She had yet to meet a man quite like Darryll, and even if he was one that would indefinitely test her patience, she couldn't say she would find the overall challenge to be troublesome. She did happen to enjoy a challenge every now and then, after all. This certain gentleman was happening to give the Brazilian foreigner far more hope for the population of seemingly tasteless, boring American men that happened to frequent wherever she went. The regular bunch of blokes that often thought themselves good enough for her, were quickly growing unappetizing, sadly. Oh, don't you worry, doll. I hate myself equally as much, she taunted, knowing more than anything, that she really would have a hell of a time giving up her stilettos. She was far from obsessed when it came to shopping, but she was accustomed to dressing up whenever she could. Not to say she was opposed to lounging around in a pair of sweatpants, but more than not, she preferred to wear a pretty dress on most occasions. Who could blame her? Her extended amount of time in America thus far had quickly shed some light on the fact that some girls just didn't care about their appearances at all. Evelyn was far from that type. She took care of herself, from head to toe, knowing that in the long run it would pay off. After all, she did want to settle down with someone in the far future who would appreciate such a characteristic as much as she did. Evelyn briefly glanced over his person when his phone rang, and she couldn't suppress the urge to arch a single brow upwards in mock curiosity. To say she had expected him to play the part of speaking about her, would be a lie. At first she looked adorably caught off-guard, but quickly her suspicions grew and only forced her to realize that he was trying yet again, to pull her chain. The young beauty had half a mind to hit him in the arm, but she kept her hands respectfully at her sides, making show of not listening to his conversation, when she truly was. Did he get as much amusement out of this situation, as she did? She had to only assume he did, due to the continual assault of his probing statements. If he was trying to gauge a reaction out of her, he would have to be a little more genuine when it came to his overall game and charm. If anything, right now, she was finding Darryll to be cute in the sense that he wasn't afraid of playing around, when most guys would be digging in their pockets for any cheesy line they could possibly think of. She was starting to like him. A lot. When he called her Scrunchy, she quickly retaliated with another scrunch of her nose. If he assumed she didn't know how to dance, oh, how wrong was he. They practically breathed such an activity where she came from, and whenever her family had finished the day's work, they always celebrated with joyous music. Evelyn wouldn't brag, even if she did have every right to. The woman could move her hips like none other, yet she would allow Darryll to find out such a delicious talent for himself, in due time. First things first, she began, pushing herself away from the bar she had been languidly lounging against. You should definitely make up your mind when you're describing a woman. Either she is okay looking, or beautiful...don't mix the two, she said pointedly, her gaze finally falling onto his outstretched hand. She smiled then, teasingly dragging the tips of her manicured nails across his palm. Secondly, if you plan on dancing with me...you must be able to keep up, Evelyn teased with a sultry grin. Her hand finally pressed completely to his, accepting his invitation. What did she have to lose? Nothing. Anyway, she wanted to make the cocky athlete eat his own words.