Thread: Wicked Deception (Orgasmo vs. Silver Lining)

It was one thing to find someone she was this hopelessly attracted to, and an entirely other thing when this certain someone was able to connect with her this quickly, on this high of a level. Evelyn sure as hell hadn't expected for this type of an outcome this evening. For all she had assumed, her night would have consisted of a handful of drinks, a pleasantly buzzed mindset, perhaps a few dances and a whole hell of a lot of trashy conversation with her girls. However, she only consisted of the first three right now, which...she didn't mind. It was a large improvement, as her body truly was fitted quite nicely against Darryll's, her hips sinking just right against him, whilst her bosom was nestled temptingly against his broadened chest. He could have very well kept his hands to himself and she would be just as happy, yet, he seemed keen on getting his fill of her. Something about him seemed too good to be true, though. Evelyn always tried to have a stable, structured view on people, especially those who caught her interest as vividly as this man did. He was everything she could possibly ask for, so what was the catch? Was he some closet nymphomaniac? Some obsessive, infatuated twit who would threaten to never let her go? Or was he just a complete asshole, and simply working his charm for all it was worth, to score such a dime like herself? She didn't want to believe any of those were related to Darryll, and frankly, she seriously doubted he would ever turn out to be such a catastrophe. He wasn't afraid to give her a little push and shove with his taunting comments, and thus, Evelyn figured that was as deep as his 'asshole' persona went. Or, at least...she hoped it was. Men were good at hiding things, just as women were. People were breathing bundles of absolute bullshit. Now, if she had known all about this above average wager that he had made with his friend? She would have more than likely soaked his shirt in her martini, gone up one side of him and down the other, then left him in the dust. She didn't have the time to waste on people who acted when driven by ulterior motives. She hated liars, despised them...especially when such a liar turned out to be someone she was genuinely interested in. For his sake, and her own, fate could only hope to keep such a crippling dose of information away from Evelyn. Because surely, it would break her little heart in two. She did like him, after all...more than she would enjoy to admit. His kisses were growing too addicting, too fast, and she gave a playful whine of disappointment when he pulled away from her. However, she knew there was a lot more where that had come from. She had the choice of ripping herself away from him to leave for a brief moment, tell her friends she was leaving...chance the threat of them asking her a million and one questions before they let her out of their grip. Or, she could simply call them later on in the evening...shoot them a text, inform them of her dismissal and not dislodge herself from his side at all. Evelyn opted for the latter and kept herself comfortably pinned to him, licking at her lips in brief musing. I'm ready, she confessed, nipping playfully at his teasing digits. Are you ready, she asked tauntingly, making play of her draw on him as she turned around, swept that supple ass of her's across his lap and began sauntering her way towards the exit. Tonight had surely turned around for the better, and while she gave him a promising glance from over her bare shoulder, she knew he would be obligated to think the exact same.