Chapter 5

***Levi.***

"Nothing...I was just talking to...I got dust in my eyes." Kenya hastily lied. My gaze remained on her face, my eyes searching. Looking for the truth, which I knew lurked beneath that excuse. Because it was obvious that she had been crying.

"May I come in?" I asked quietly, my gaze holding hers as the silence stretched longer.

Nodding her head, Kenya shifted out of the way and let me into her apartment.

Walking in, I feasted my eyes on an interior of cool pastel colors that surrounded me. Home decorations in blue, gray and pale yellow, graced my eyes. Beautiful home.

Closing the door, Kenya followed in after me, still amazed, I guess, at my unexpected presence. I walked and trailed my fingers lazily over her sofa and the royal blue blanket that hung over it. Kenya turned her eyes and I followed her gaze. Her half-eaten food was on the table.

"Err...Sorry my place is a bit untidy... I was having dinner..."

"It's no worries." I nodded. I spared her another glance, before I continued to take my leisurely stroll around the room. "Your house is very beautiful," I commented. Kenya was a bit taken aback by the praise. I saw it in her expression. I smiled inwardly. Amused.

"Thank you," she replied and fidgeted with her fingers. She was nervous. Then, to break the moment, she asked,

"Would you like a drink Sir?" She opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of unopened wine from it.

"Am driving... Perhaps a glass of water," I replied, my gaze on her, steady. A smile on my lips. It was then my gaze fell on her form and noticed her state of undress, since she opened the door.

Tall, slender. All her curves in the right places. Her skin glowing in the pale, orange light that filled the room. She looked beautiful. Desirable. I wanted her. And I couldn't deny it. The black silk shift, snuggling her curves in the right proportions. My eyes perused her very slowly, and I swear Kenya could feel the heat of my gaze on her entire body. She looked at herself and I noticed her discomfort, as she lifted her gaze back to mine. Realization hit her as she seemed to have recognized my gaze.

My skin heated with something primal that reached my core. Kenya immediately reached for the blue blanket on her sofa and wrapped herself. I stared at her, expressionless, as she tried to make herself decent.

"I would get you that water..." Kenya stuttered, trying to distract both of us from the obvious that crackled between us. *Desire*? How was it possible? It was best not to think about this.

Shakily, Kenya arrived with a glass of water. Her hands trembled as I received the cool glass. I couldn't help but smile, as I noticed she had taken care to avoid my gaze. The earlier thoughts in my head, dispelled.

"How did you find me, Sir?" Kenya asked, after a brief silence. Her question broke into my haze. I dropped the glass of water after sipping it.

Clearing my throat, I gauged her expression before.

"I asked about you from the theater and I was told your house address. I was also informed that you worked at a dance school not too far from here." I confessed, sincerely.

Kenya stared at me, speechless. She opened her mouth to speak, but closed it again.

"You went through all that trouble to ask about me. Yourself?" Kenya managed to mutter. I watched her silently for a second.

"Why do you find that unbelievable?" I managed to ask. Keeping my thoughts away for a moment.

"I...don't know. Because I wonder with your position..." Kenya blabbered. I chuckled lightly. Straightening to my full height, I closed the space between us. Our gazes locked as I reached her. Kenya was staring up into my eyes, which I am certain she discovered were of the deepest green at that moment. Eyes that always reminded me of one very important person. I had been told by ladies that my eyes were like the deep rainforests of Brazil. Inwardly, I smiled as her fascination grew.

"Your eyes..." Kenya muttered. It seemed she was being pulled into my gaze. I suspected she wanted to trace fingers along the corners of my eyes, with the way she watched me. Perhaps, trail my skin and watch the effects of her fingers on me. Through my eyes. Eyes that looked like a pair of deep emerald gems. I had seen them in the mirror countless times.

I allowed her fascination, her gaze, to caress me. Flood me. At the same time, I watched her fight her restraint. There was this sudden tension, and she looked at me and perhaps saw that I felt the same way she did. My jaw tightened, as I leaned into her slowly, very slowly. She could feel it. From the nearness of my minty breath. I watched her grow hazy with desire.

It seemed she forced herself to pull through the haze, as she inhaled a sharp breath. Shifting away from me, instantly. I frowned, highly displeased. She went round her sofa, a safe distance from me. Maybe it was better that way, because I couldn't even determine my own actions at the time.

"Why did you come here, Sir?" Kenya asked. "You shouldn't be here." She added. I let my eyes linger on her longer. My blood cooling from the sensation I felt, so close to her. Her beautiful, hazel gaze, innocuous, seductive. I had almost brought my thirsty lips to kiss her own lips. But I had fought myself. I didn't want to scare her off.

"I had just finished from an excruciating campaign meeting and...I...I needed a distraction...And I thought about you." I was sincere. She shook her head, perhaps to distract herself. I hated that I couldn't tell her thoughts.

Shaking her head, Kenya asked. "How long have you had my address?"