Diana peered at Arthur over her grand piano as she toyed with it, playing a slow version of Arianna Grande's "Love Me Harder."
The guy seemed like an enigma to her, a square peg in a round hole. She thought she could do without one, considering she was something of a loner who drifted between jobs. And due to her reputation as her brother's sister, getting jobs was easy peasy.
The person who was subject to her scrutiny, however, wasn't even looking her way. She did ask the guy to make himself comfortable, but did he have to act like her house was some sort of museum?
He even made them both coffee and began perusing her things like he was the assistant shareholder of her little property. A house her brother had bought her for when she wanted to move out of the main house—which she sold and added to her trust fund after his death.
The sound of something falling snapped her from her thoughts, only for her to find her flute on its way to the floor and Arthur's cute fanny facing her as he tried to pick it up. Shocked at the myriads of emotions that the simple view flooded her with, she instinctively froze the poor flute midair telepathically before she realized what she was doing and immediately let it fall. She simultaneously couldn't help but let a soft gasp of surprise escape her lips as her pussy tightened in response. Diana shut her eyes and bowed her head in embarrassment as she cursed at herself.
"Traitorous cunt," she silently scolded her dripping pussy, as a hot flush stealthily crept all over her face. But boy, did that fanny up in the air flood her mind with a thousand thoughts in just that second?
A few seconds were all her little slip-up took; those seconds, however, were enough to grab a hold of Arthur's attention. But he acted like he didn't notice and picked up the flute from the floor. His sensitive nostrils caught the whiff of a scent he knew too well, making him smile imperceptibly. He thought about ignoring it so she wouldn't get uncomfortable, but on second thought, he chose the path of violence. With that thought in mind, he deliberately sniffed the air with a mild frown on his face and the troublesome flute in one hand, while his other hand held the cup of coffee. He sniffed his way to where Diana sat, sniffed around her, and smiled mischievously, then went back to his self-assigned task—invading her privacy.
"What was that about just now?" She asked him, confused.
"Oh, I think you know way better than me," Arthur replied.
He had a sly smile aimed at her, along with the wriggling of his brows. Turning back to check out the room once more, he continued.
"As embarrassing as it might seem to you, though, rest assured that I like it—no, scratch that, I absolutely love it. Could we give it a go again?"
Diana stopped playing and studied his back. She had to admit he interested her in ways no one else ever had. But something told her that despite his gentle facade, this guy would be too hot to handle, and she wouldn't be up to the task.
He wanted to catch her hands down concerning her hot, pulsating pussy reacting to his off-the-charts tall male handsomeness. Not in this life. You're only a liar when you get caught, and she would never admit he affected her that much, she thought.
Arthur turned and caught her staring, the side of his lips curving upward in a small smile.
"Why did you stop playing?... I liked that," he told her.
Diana mentally fanned her hot face as she blushed lightly, although she tried to hide it.
"Stop talking nonsense," she chided.
Arthur raised a mocking brow at her, mildly surprised at how thick-skinned she was.
"Do you play though?" She asked, tilting her head slightly to the left.
"Nope," he replied, slowly walking around.
"Never tried before either." He added, stopping before a photo frame of her and her brother.
"Who's this, your boyfriend?" He asked, looking thoughtfully at the picture of a face he strangely happened to know.
"No," she chuckled sadly, with a faraway look in her eyes.
"You're the only one in the whole of Sorona who doesn't know who Jayden is." She said in a small voice; sighing softly and blinking rapidly to hold back the tears that threatened to fall.
"Hey, I'm sorry if I stirred up a bad memory."
"It wasn't intentional," he added, sitting with her by the grand piano.
"Don't be silly," she laughed tearfully.
"I'm just being emotional right now and ruining your mood as well, so I'm sorry," she apologised, striking a chord for Alicia Keys' "No one."
"Well, I used to get that way too, over my mom. But it's quite hard for us guys because everyone would say to suck it up and be a man, although my father was the exception to that rule."
"He'd always tell me to grieve as much as I wanted—something he did every single day. My grief suddenly paled in comparison to that of a man who lost his wife, his best friend, and the love of his life. I didn't know how to feel back then. But I did know that I detested being a man because it stole the right of grieving for my mom from me." Arthur finished.
He pursed his lips and glanced at her, but their eyes met. Diana felt tremors run through her body at all the things those eyes seemed to promise. She bit back a moan and quickly turned to her piano, taking a slow breath to calm her racing heart.
"Um... come on, let me show you some chords. You can never go hungry or flat-out broke when you know your way around the piano." She invited with a small smile as she switched to Ed Sheeran's "Afire love."
"Okay, I like my woman fiesty," he laughed lightly, watching her fingers dance smoothly over the keys. While his mind fantasized over the endless possibilities of what they could do to ease his hard-on down there.
Just thinking about it was messing with that man in his breeches, and this wasn't a good time at all. Who gets horny in the middle of comforting a beautiful, sad lady? He wondered inwardly with a wry smile, trying to focus on her playing in order to push those inappropriate thoughts to the side—but no, those little minxes were hell bent on going nowhere.
"Father Lord!" He exclaimed in his heart.
"Who's your woman?" Diana muttered. She feigned annoyance, although her heart did a little cha-cha in there and calmed down; trying her best to ignore Arthur whose mind was busy noticing every little detail about her.
"Is that the ghost of a pout skirting those lips of hers?"—Arthur wondered.
He was suddenly curious about the abilities of those lips on a throbbing dick. Warmly wrapped around it, with that curly head of hers bobbing up, then down, in a slow rhythmic movement. He'd inch his waist up a little bit, just a little teeny bit—because he wouldn't want to hurt her, seeing as his big boy was, well, on the bigger side.
"What the hell..." He snapped out of his horny daze.
He shook his head to clear away those thoughts and sneaked a peek at her face to see if she noticed anything. But Diana forced her attention to remain on the piano while she gave him instructions.
"See? Fiesty," he teased.
Diana glanced at him, wondering where that came from as she laughed with a shake of her head, making her curls bounce—the same curls he just fantasized about. He smiled at the irony of it all. This girl was just asking for it, but he was a gentleman; he consoled himself, and gentlemen take advantage of their women—gently.
"Just watch, and stop trying to tease the teacher," she scolded.
"I think I'd like the teacher distracted," he said softly into her ears and turned back to the piano, smiling as he saw her trying not to show how disoriented she was becoming.
"Yep, way too much to handle." Diana thought wryly.
"You know, music was all I had after Jayden was gone." She said softly, playing the piano and trying to turn the subject away from the uncharted seas it was gleefully flying into.
The tone of her voice and the small sighs she made to hold back the pain threatening to ravage her made Arthur study her side profile silently; every sexual thought was valiantly fought with and, although not gone, was quite well behaved—temporarily.
He saw a strong woman who, although she was broken and exhausted, still stubbornly held her world together somehow, not letting it fall apart, and it made him quite sad to see how she held on when all she wanted to do was break down and have a good cry.
"It was all I had left of him; it was one of his greatest gifts to me. One, I could never bring myself to sell out, and I did sell out a lot during the initial stage of my grief because everything seemed to remind me of him and I just wanted the pain to stop. I even stopped playing the piano for a while, but that made the pain downright unbearable and tore me up from the inside." She finished quietly.
Arthur considered telling her what he knew about her "dead" brother, but decided against it.
"What if you wake up one day and find out he's still alive somewhere?" He asked instead.
"Jayden?" She asked him disbelievingly.
Arthur considered his response carefully, then slowly nodded.
"Are you messing with me right now?" She asked.
"Why would I do that?" He asked in reply.
Diana took a deep breath in and exhaled through her mouth. She coud feel the hurt she had buried all these years resurfacing, but thought it wasn't Arthur's fault. She swallowed back the sobs rising in her and resumed playing.
"Jayden's been dead for years now, so there's no way he'd be alive without my knowing." She said.
"Okay. About what you said before. Does that mean you'd sell my heart out once I gave it to you?" Arthur asked, changing the subject.
"Mm, let's see..." She pretended to think, then turned to him, tilting her head to the left with sparkling eyes.
"How much is it worth?" She teased.
"Oh, it's worth so much," he said, rolling his eyes playfully.
"Okay," she said, laughing.
"That's really confident," she added, trying not to laugh so hard and loud.
"I know my worth," Arthur boasted, with pride.
They both glanced at each other, the smile spilling into their expressions, then burst out laughing simultaneously with tears in their eyes.
She stopped playing and took a peek at him with a thoughtful smile.
"I know I'm irresistible, but you're going over the top here, and it makes me shy." He told her, with a small smile.
She chuckled and began playing the chord of Nasty C's "I need you."
"I know what you did there just now." She said, her eyes not leaving the piano—the song mirroring the suppressed agony boxed in for so long.
"Every lady should at least have one man who'd put a smile on her face. I'm glad I could be of service, my lady." He chuckled, leaning towards her and sending an air kiss towards her ear while she tried to dodge, laughing.
"Now watch," she ordered as she began teaching him about the various keys that made up the piano and their accompanying sopha-notations while he intently listened, asking questions every now and then and teasing her as well. He lost himself in the joy of getting her all riled up and decisively ignored the part of him that nagged him to get to work.
"Work—is that the name of a currency, or does it look like Diana?"
"Nobody's going anywhere," he scolded himself with a small satisfied smile and kept his butt stuck on their chair as they both enjoyed the moment.
One was trying her best to teach, while the one being taught saw his teacher between his legs, underneath him, on top of him, and every other wild thought he could conjure up about her with his extremely dirty mind.