Kehlani was dazed for a short period, she scratched below lower lip.
" Lucifer Morningstar? "
" Yes, and yours? " Lucifer inquired.
Kehlani bade him a fixed stare to verify his claims, " That's the devil's name. "
" Is it? " He rolled.
Kehlani shook her head and sighed, " Well, this is America, people answer the weirdest of names, there's a footballer named Drinkwater. " She laughed, " Like, what were his parents thinking? "
Lucifer Saw closely, her printed dimples. " I'm surprised you took it lightly, I do not get that a lot. "
" Trust me, I've heard worse. " She assumed her legs were in her normal position, " Besides, it's just a name. "
Lucifer Saw himself smile when her legs pitched at the same position as in the restaurant, he was patiently waiting for the moment.
" You haven't told me your name. " He blurred.
" Kehlani Simpson. "
The drinks soon came and they commenced drinking.The air between them had long released, which allowed both parties to be comfortable with one another. Her sitting position had changed, due to the way her legs were placed, she has driven further inside the chair and relaxed on its walls. Her right hand laid at the bridge of the cushion, reaching where Lucifer sat. A moment there, he thought he was the woman and she, the man.
She had the regular masculine attributes, although she didn't possess the face to go with it. She had a glassy smile that made her entire face appear breakable. it didn't take long for her to loosen up, matter of fact, she unwinded minutes to their gathering. He got an open window to get to a full experience of the real her. Lucifer kept a considerable distance, not to near and not too far, just somewhere in the middle. It had come to the knowledge that she wasn't hypersexual, he wouldn't want to project that aspect. It would most likely scare her away.
But the more his presence progressed with hers, he realized that he wanted her. To feel her smooth skin and inhale it and all other lewd things involved. The dying urge to scrub his tongue on her epidermis was longing. But as his father always preached, patience is a virtue, ethics are not. All things will come in due time. He harkened.
Kehlani was tremendously grateful she didn't leave Durrell as quickly as her friends did. Not only did she get to meet a handsomely rich man, she's in an expensive club, drinking her pains away. She was more excited about her current state, which was half drunk in a five star club. She missed her friends, they would have started shit up, if they were present.
Kehlani relished in her actions for the night, she knew the best stage was half drunk and that was her predicament. The music was a perfect combo, which only enhanced her state of bliss. He had ordered an expensive wine for her, Château Mouton Rothschild. She had drank so much that her head was fluttering through space. She wasn't a novice, she still got a hang of herself, she wasn't that drunk. Although, she was bewildered at how Lucifer could single handedly drain a bottle of Remy Martin and not even look a tad affected.
He still posed triumphantly, sipping his alcohol in his usual flawless manner. Just as she monitored his bottle, he placed an order for another one.