Thread: When Passion Becomes Blind (Niah & Manofyourdream)

Myra didn't even entertain his responses. The bashing of her capabilities as a waitress, the quip about how she'd be fired if it were up to him, not even the unintended mention of her 'pretty face' seemed to perforate the harsh exterior that she was now exhibiting. The young woman no longer cared what he had to say, not that she really had in the first place. If the truth be known, she didn't necessarily care about Derrick's opinion of her. Her family, friends, work associates those were the people whose opinions mattered to her. Myra wasn't mad about him disliking her per-say, after all you couldn't be liked by everyone, it was more how he went about it. His attitude, demeanor and simply the way that he felt entitled to belittle and disrespect her so publicly, that was what was riling the young woman up. He didn't like her, fine, he should just stay away from her and keep his unpleasant thoughts to himself. Why did he have to go out of his way to be such a pain in the ass? His words continued to wash over her like white noise and it wasn't until he attempted a mock Indian accent that she finally began to pay attention. You're disgusting! Was her being Indian the problem? Or was he just trying to make her feel insecure about her voice? Once again he began jumping into her being inept at being a waitress. This must have been about the fifth time or something that he had brought this up. The arrogant smirk on his face may have suggested that he thought himself very big and clever, yet he really only had one move mocking her about her job. Not very big, clever or original for that matter. It was beginning to lose it's effectiveness, especially when Myra knew that it wasn't true he was literally the only unhappy customer she had. It was most likely impossible for anybody else to understand the argument that was going on right now in its entirety. As Derrick's insistence of always trying to get a clever remark in, meant that he continued to talk over her and so at one point it simply sounded like a cacophony of raised voices. It wasn't until Myra began advancing on him, that Derrick seemed to lose his nerve a little. Maybe he hadn't been expecting it, but for whatever reason he fell silent as she began demanding which of her options was it that bothered him so much. After her last sentence, her breathing was heavy and she waited for his response, but it didn't come. Full of pent up energy, Myra wasn't about to let the silence stand. Derrick had finally shut his mouth, she needed to take full advantage and make herself be heard. And another thing! You... She began to scold him again, except she didn't have chance to finish her sentence as Derrick wrapped a strong arm around her waist. His biceps constricting slightly against his t-shirt as he pulled her into him and kissed her harshly. Holding her close, Myra's hands landed upon his chest and she could feel his rapid heartbeat against her palms. Taken by complete shock, his scent began to wash over her. It was a mixture of his natural body odor, aftershave and the oily smell associated with a mechanic. Which might not have sounded like a pleasant mix, but to the female it was quite intoxicating. Their dark eyes met as he sucked on her lower lip. Although the kiss itself was hard, his own lips were soft and he tasted like the coffee that he had taken a sip from moments before. For a moment she gripped onto the fabric covering his torso, almost kissing him back slightly. Seeming to get a grip on herself though, the young woman began pushing against Derrick's powerful chest as he pulled himself away from her. His next words came out in almost a whisper compared to how they had been speaking to one another before. Myra pushed him away and as she took a step back, her left hand came swinging up and struck him across the face. There was a moment of silence as her chest rose and fell sharply. Her own pulse going at quite a pace now, she looked upon the male confused. Her deep, large eyes scanned his face, trying to read what the hell was going on here! Was this a some sort of trick? Did he know about her attraction towards him? She had never mentioned it to anyone. Perhaps he could tell by the way she looked at him though? Or maybe his ego was so huge that he simply just assumed she would be? He once again began to speak, surprisingly enough this time to apologize. Myra began shaking her head though, stop... just stop. She didn't want to hear from him anymore, even if it was to say sorry. Her face was flushed and it was obvious to anybody with eyes that she was clearly flustered. You need to leave! Myra was stuck in a state of ambivalence. On the one hand she was so livid that if Derrick stayed, there was every chance that he'd have scolding hot coffee poured all over him. However on the other, as she looked upon his handsome face with the feeling of his strong touch still fresh upon her skin, there was also a very strong sense that she just didn't trust herself alone with him. That deep down she hadn't wanted to push him away, in actuality she craved him, wanted him. Yearned for him to grab her, shove her against the counter and... Myra shook such thoughts from her head, re-positioning her apron as it had become skewed slightly from the embrace. She patted herself down and tried to steady her breathing. Get out! Myra repeated sharply, motioning towards the door and even attempting to give him a shove in the right direction. Though it was almost a pointless gesture, the man's height and stature compared to hers meant that she had pretty much just nudged an immovable wall of muscle. She needed to get away from him, from those stony eyes and their gaze. Myra pushed past him, marching towards the door and pulling it open in order to kick his ass out of there! She held it open and looked back to the male, now!