Beautician and the Beast Pt. 01

"Well we had to be. If not we'd all be dead and one would be the survivor." She giggled. "What about you? Are you the only child?"

"Actually I also have a twin. But it's just me and him."

She squealed, "Really!" He couldn't help but laugh at her. If any other woman were to do that, he made up in his mind to make sure he was never the cause of that sound again. With her, he'd love to see if he could make her squeal like that over and over again as he used other means to get that sound.

He nodded at her and took another swig of his drink, "Yeah, but we haven't talked in years." The sadness in his voice tugged at her heart. He sensed the instant downer and added "But my parents are retired in Florida...happily awaiting grandchildren." It was meant to cover up his sadness but it only came out more bitter. Since his brother was estranged, the burden of grandchildren was solely on him. Not too bad a problem to shoulder, but he just wished they acknowledged they had another son. Maybe even looked for him, so they could be a family again.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that." She reached over and touched his hand, and there was no mistaking the electricity between the two this time. They locked eyes for a moment before she tried to break the contact and diverted her eyes and pulled away first. He had another idea; he challenged her and followed her gaze and caught her hand in his and opened it palm up then laid a tiny kiss to her soft flesh. Her breath caught in her throat and her chest heaved which drew his attention to her tits. He licked his lips and drew a ragged breath. He let the wolf show through his eyes as they searched hers that clouded over like twister weather. "What are you doing?"

"Calming that storm you got in your head." He soothed. The tip of her upper left lip lifted in subconscious acceptance of his challenge. Quentin's curious smirk made his hold on her hand slack and she took no time as the hand slipped from his grasp effortlessly. It went to her collarbone and as she aimlessly rubbed at it. He knew he had her right where he wanted her despite her new resonance of someone about to call him out on something.

"It's funny you say storm, cause that's the same thing I can say about you. Or maybe not so much a storm but...I don't know. More like a caged animal." Her eyes lifted a bit as she spoke which made her point to seem nonchalant. "I mean all through the wedding I couldn't tell if you wanted to kill me or kiss me." How could he explain to her that all women used men till they were done with them? How could he explain that even though she started to get to him he still thought she was like the rest of those women? How could he explain that he silently wished she really wasn't? Instead he decided to come up with some bullshit answer that would turn it around on her.

"I was in church Lovie. I couldn't just hit on you there. Of course I was, and still am I might add, attracted to you. Plus you left right after the wedding. I never had a chance to talk to you the way I wanted."

"Is that why you were watching me from across the street of the salon earlier today?"

'Damn!'

"I was walking down the street after a business lunch and I saw you in the window..." 'yeah right!' "You looked so lost in thought that I suppose I just got lost in you." He smiled inwardly as her face softened a bit. She couldn't tell if he just blew smoke to get what he wanted or if he meant it. She shouldn't care either way because most men were the same. All thought she was ready to spread her thighs and give them they're moment's desire because she looked the way she did. Being the twin sister of one of the most sought after hip hop models in the business was an honor on most days but a curse on days like this. Yeah she could have her pick of almost any man she wanted but that didn't amount to a hill of beans if they couldn't respect her no sex rule. Deep down she knew that was bullshit too, because truly all she needed was the right man with the unlocking key. She just hadn't found him yet. It wasn't exactly love that she was looking for but it would be nice. She looked in his eyes as they moved all around her. Lovie wanted nothing more than to surrender to whatever it is he commanded from her. She hated the stigma of slut that followed her just because of her looks but something in his haunting gaze said he saw more. "So why not a model like your sister. I bet twins like you would take the world by the balls."

"Nah...I'm not into the spot light like my sister. The business is way too shady for me; I rather work in the background. Estelle claims she's only in it for the money but I know it secretly gets her off." She caught herself and felt bad that she talked about her sister's profession on top of touching on his and looked down her nose at it. "I mean...I don't have the right demeanor." He only smiled at her to ease her mind of him being offended.

"Well I think you'd make a more than fine fetish model." She blushed and covered the side of her mouth slightly with her hand.

"My mom would love that. She threatened to have a heart attack after Estelle's first spread." She laughed nervously as she looked down at her watch. "Jeez, it's almost four. I should get going, I'll pay for drinks." She placed a palm on the table, the other in the air and called the waiter over. Her attention was dragged back to him as he took her hand. She met his stern stare and her breath got caught in her throat again.

"Then I'll pay for dinner." He wasn't making a suggestion with his tone. It was an out and out command that dared her to say no. His unraveled look made her gaze unblinking. She had to think of something before she would be this lady-killer's next victim.

"I really don't feel like going to a restaurant and I already have some chicken thawing at my apartment so..."

"Good, so what time should I come over?"

"W-what?" She stammered.

"Or would you like to come over to my place for dinner?" His tone and glare resembled a hungry dog and it was clear that she'd be on the menu. She shook her head still unblinking and she knew if they went to her place she wouldn't have to worry so much about finding a way to maneuver around him if he decided to pounce. The waiter came over with the tab and she threw some money down and told him to keep the change. After he left she quickly rattled off her address and number before she left the table, hopefully too fast for him to keep up. He chuckled at her back as the light from outside spilled in the bar. It didn't matter if she said her address too fast or not because he already had it. He could see in her eyes that she didn't trust him and least of all herself. He nodded his approval as he finished the liquor drenched ice cubes. It's better when they doubt themselves before he convinced them that he could take all that doubt away. Tonight was his night and he was going find out just how far she could go.

Chapter Three

"I know you're screening your calls." Lovie almost yelled in the receiver of her phone. "Pick up Estelle." Lovie paced so hard and erratically that she got caught up in her phone line. Her modest loft apartment was small but it suited her taste. If she wanted to pack up and leave, it wouldn't have took much to, and the way things had been going she was probably about to contemplate another move. Estelle kept weird hours when she had to do promotional work for clubs and bars. This was part of the reason for her divorce. This only helped her decision to take a break from the business but Lovie didn't care, she needed her sister and that wasn't often, so that made Estelle obligated to pick up the phone. "Estelle...I-I'm having..." She took a deep breath before she finished. She wished her best friend Cassie was here but she was on tour with Beyonce in Europe and wouldn't be back for another month. The main reason why she didn't go to her sister was because she seemed more and more like her mother with their constant bombardment in her love life. It became so annoying she started to avoid her sister just as she started with her mother. "There's this guy-"

Almost immediately she heard an answering machine beep and the receiver picked up, "Man troubles eh? How interesting." Her sister grinned so hard that Lovie sensed it.

"Oh so you were home huh?"

"Listen chick, I never said I wasn't. Now don't change the subject. Tell me the Who, What, and Where'." Lovie took a big breath before she went through the specifics of the day before and that day. "Wow! Well if it's any consolation, you did the right thing with that stupid bitch at the salon."

"Thanks but what about Quentin."

"Wait a minute, I was getting there! Honestly, I think you're fucked."

"That obvious?"

"Well it just seems like he's so out of your league sweetie and..."

"I resent that!"

"Resent all you want but you know what I mean. Haven't you learned that you can't do everything Cindy does...so what now? You want to marry a porn purveyor all in the name of Cindy doing it first?"

Lovie knew what her sister was really hinting at and it irked her raw. With a huff she said, "First off, no one is trying to be like Cindy and you said you forgave her for that night Stelly," she paused, as she didn't want to talk about that night. "Is that why you really didn't come to the wedding?"

"No...I-I...I had a shoot." Estelle didn't want to get in the specifics because she'd never gotten around to telling her sister of her threesome with Eli and Cindy just before Lovie moved to the east coast. The incident with Lovie involving Cindy caused a sizable rift to occur in Estelle and Cindy's relationship. When she made her big move to the east she decided to squash it and repair the damage with her friend from high school. She'd just gone through a divorce and was looking to let loose a bit. Yet, in that vein of repairing an old friendship sowing wild oats, even Estelle had to agree maybe too took it too far. The result seemed to make their relationship stilted and awkward in front of others.

"Mmm hmm. Secondly, no one is talking about marriage here! I just want your advice not your commentary."

"Okay. You really like him seems to be the deal with this guy right?"

You're right." She conceded, "But you don't have to be so..."

"Honest? I just don't have enough time to sugar coat it, I'm painting my toes and my hands are next. All I'm saying now is just try to have a good time. If you're as attracted to this guy as much as I'm sensing, then be honest about the situation and just let it happen."

"You mean..."

"No not that gutter brain. I mean tell him your virginal situation and feel him out. Like I've always said, don't rush on account of what society says. If he's a legit guy he'll understand."

"Says the one who lost hers' first." Lovie slumped in her shoulders. She didn't want it to but being a virgin at such an age kind of embarrassed her. She watched "The 40 Year Old Virgin" and it was funny to her until Steve Carrell went into how and why he was still a virgin in the first place. She couldn't help but sympathize with him. Between growing up in a religious household until her family moved away from her sanctified grandmother on her father's side when she was 15, being a tomboy most of her life, and wanting to find the right guy it just worked against her. One day she woke up and looked in the mirror and said, "Why don't you try losing that scuncii girl...Okay how about the white T? Good that didn't hurt did it? Oh you know how your profession, that thing you deem your career, is styling hair? Let's see if you can work that same magic on your own head." It all worked out for the best in the end and it gave her the confidence to take control over her love life. She dropped two of the three guards that kept her maidenhead in tack, but held firmly to the 'finding the right man' part.

By her 18th birthday she found a healthy quencher to hold her over. Quite simply, she loved giving head. She loved the look, touch, and taste of cock and felt a weird kinship with the organ that never made it past her mouth job. She felt as if she was a very sexual person and was curious about more than she cared to admit. The act was just as good as if it were actual sex...So she thought as it made her come as well. The problem was she couldn't find the right man to show her a new way to come.

Lovie slumped back in her chair and she thought about her upcoming birthday. Christ on a cracker, she was almost 24 and couldn't pull the trigger because she couldn't find someone to aim it at. Estelle's voice broke in her thoughts, "Honey, in my opinion, I think you're putting too much pressure on the situation. Just enjoy!" Like an act of fate, the buzzer rung from the intercom system and she jumped.

"Look I gotta go, bye!"

"Call me lat-!" Estelle's voice fleeted as the receiver clicked to the hook. Another urgent ring is heard through the large space. She was still tangled in the phone cords as she moved to the voice box.

"Who is it?"

"It's me." He growled with a determined air. It sent a shocked chill down her spine and instinctively she buzzed him up. She managed to get herself out of the cords just as he knocked on the door. She let him in and he carried a bag with groceries in it. She eyed it and him coolly before she followed him as he looked around her place. His hair was a bit more mussed than early and fell over his ears with a boyish charm. His pecs rippled under the light weight slightly tight fitting pullover navy crew shirt he donned next to his charcoal slacks that hugged his thighs, ass and groin just right. He hadn't said a word yet and it made her nervous. She's suddenly self-conscious about her surroundings. They flowed to the small kitchen, where he sat the bag down. He went to her refrigerator and stared into the light. He got out the necessary things then sat them on the counter next to the other groceries. Quentin clapped his hands together before he finally acknowledged her presence. The loud smack startled her to attention as he talked, "I've decided to cook for you. I'm making my favorite, chicken Parmesan. I know you'll love it. While I'm getting it ready though, you're going to go freshen up and relax a little."

Listening to him talk in such a way that made her blood boil in both good and bad ways. With a more sweetly laced tone, he cooking for her and telling her to take a relaxing bath would be romantic. Instead he said it like he gave her 'permission' to do things that she planned on doing regardless. Who the hell did he think he was anyway? Maybe she didn't want to use her chicken for that. Before she could stop him, he already had the sauce heating and the chicken floured. She closed her mouth and figured it was too late now and let him continue. He lifted his head up at her with a 'you're still here?' look. It dissipated to a seductive gleam, "Do you need help?"

"No! I mean. I could just take a simple shower and come back and help you." As she talked, he made his way toward her and took lazy strides as her form trembled. God he loved when they shook like kittens out of the rain. He stopped maybe six inches from her person and leaned in for the kill. 'So much for home field advantage.' She thought. Lovie decided to go with it and take her sister's advice. She leaned in with closed eyes to allow his lips to take over hers. He inwardly chuckled at her as he picked up the apron hanging on a nail just behind her. Before he pulled back, he took another quick glance at her face. She looked like a black Venus De Milo...a pure study of perfection. He breathed raggedly as he continued his path back to the now bubbling sauce.

She straightened up and opened her eyes to the sound of his hissed curses about the sauce. He didn't look at her; he braced himself against her sink. With his back to her he said, "I have everything under control here." It sounded like he gnashed his teeth slightly.

"But --" She took a step towards him but his words stopped her in her tracks.

"Just go and take a relaxing bath...please sweetie?" His hand tightened around a dishrag. "I just want to do something nice for you." He looked over one shoulder with an almost pleading look in his profile stance. She nodded and quickly trotted to her bathroom. As he listened to the water run, he began to chop the vegetables for the salad. He kept his eye haphazardly to the chicken and noodles and tried to keep his mind off of his total lack of control on this situation. He hadn't figured out why this girl was so different. He wanted to be her first and...her only. Being her first great love...his passion for dominance then bubbled to the surface. He wanted to walk her beautiful figure to the brink of euphoria wrought by pleasure and pain. He could see himself as he kissed her tears away after a long scene was played and drew her bath to ease her muscles and settle 'love marks' from their play.

As he put the finishing touches on the meal, the door opened and revealed a freshly bathed Lovie. As she walked over to the bar counter top to her place setting, she fiddled aimlessly with the hem of her skirt. She dodged his direct eye contact and wondered if it was a good idea to wear what she had on. It was a deep purple jersey knit dress with a low neckline and a baby doll silhouette. The back was open with an intricate spider web strappy appearance. When she picked it out originally she felt confident in the soft material as well as comfortable. One minute under his scrutinizing eyes and she felt the total opposite now. She continued to play with her hem when she took a seat; she revealed a creamy thigh to him as he took the seat next to her. She still couldn't face his glare and wondered how a man could actually come in her house and make her feel like a stranger. She looked to the food and was pleasantly surprised. The food looked to be more than edible even mouth watering. "Everything looks wonderful Quentin. Thank you so much."

"And you look even better so I should be thanking you."

The admission genuinely warmed her and she blushed a little. Guys told her all the time that she's pretty in many different ways and degrees and even though she believed it as well, the finality in his voice made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He took a knife and began to spear into his chicken. That indicated that time for talk was over and eating shall commence. She followed suit with fumbled hands, and almost dropped the knife several times. She hated to bumble around him; he must have thought she was ditzy. That's what most men thought when they first approached her. When she shut them down with a smidgen of intelligence, she usually walked away satisfied. With him though, not only did Lovie turn into what her caricature exuded but also she did it in front of someone she was attracted to. A feeling she hadn't had in years. After the third failed attempt to properly cut into the chicken he looked over at her with amusement. He obviously enjoyed the show and he said, "Is your chicken too tough?"

She smiled meekly and simply answered, "No. I can handle it." He looked over at the bottle of wine he forgot to pour sitting next to his plate.

"Wine?" Before she answered he tilted the bottle to her glass and filled it halfway. She nodded her thanks and as he pulled away his thumb brushed against her breast, then grazed her left nipple. She stilled as he continued on to pour himself a glass. Her heart rate shot up so fast she felt the blood boil in her veins. When his hand felt her nipple he was surprised to find no bra. The only thing he heard was her moan of pleasure. His head snapped to the heavenly sound to watch her as she chewed with her eyes closed.

"This is unbelievable." She groaned out. His cock began to throb in his pants from her heated sounds to his food.