Onesti hangs her head from the near slip of her tongue, causing a smirk to upturn my lips.
This woman probably has no clue how much her spirit causes mine to leap. Why is my chest pounding like I'm at an HBCU band competition? Sheesh. Turn my body loose, Ms. Onesti.
"Um, why are you staring at me like that, Asaiah?" Onesti asks, and my eyes flutter like I've been in a trance.
Flutter? Nigga, what? Use flutter in a sentence. When have you ever used this girlie word? Maybe you need to seek medical attention when you get out of here because the anxiety over being in this space for five minutes is clouding your brain.
"Asaiah?"
Lord, please tell this temptress to stop calling my name so heavenly. I'm already hanging on by a thread.
"Wh-what are you here for?"
Nigga, from fluttering to stuttering… wow, this is wild.
Swallowing, I work to quiet the thoughts from my conscience while breaking the stare-down between Onesti and me. My dick is twitching, causing me to shift slightly to remove the pressure mounting. The temperature within this shaft is heating epically, and so is my body from close proximity, which is anything but foreign for me to have with a woman.
"I'm here for a survivors' group. Hopefully, I'll still have time to go when they get us out of here. What brings you here? This is a remote building, and most people aren't aware of its existence."
Onesti is right about her claim because the outside of the building almost looks abandoned, yet it's the perfect place for the meeting I'm here for.
"NA meeting," I say vaguely, and the frown on Onesti's lips causes me to provide additional information. "Not for me."
"Hm. I'm attending a survivors' group to provide support to people like me who struggle with the loss of someone they love. I'm not here to judg?—"
"Your frown said you were totally judging me, which isn't very Christian-like of you."
"Who said I was a Christian?"
Cute and spicy. Interesting combination, Ms. Onesti.
The tone in which Onesti asks her question has me smirking because the angelic tone she usually has when speaking goes and stands in the corner. The unconscious furrow within her brows and the pout of displeasure showing on her mouth have me throwing my hands up in surrender.
"I don't want no smoke with you, but last I read in the Good Book, if you deny Him before men, He will also deny you before His Father. I would rather deny that I know you than Him. Yet, I digress," I say, shrugging.
"Well, you better put me in my place then, man of God. Where do you worship?" A bright smile forms and her smooth brown skin glows, causing my heart to skip a beat.
"Proud member of Pursuing His Glory Ministries."
"Oh yeah… Pastor Lorenzo Reece. He's a bomb preacher and teacher."
"That he is, amongst other things," I comment at her familiarity with my pastor and church. "How about you? Where do you attend? I'm not believing a woman with scripture knowledge doesn't attend church."
"Hm. Never assume because even Satan knows the Word."
"Touché, Ms. Onesti."
"All kidding aside, I belong to All Things New Pentecostal Church. My pastor is Josh Lincoln."
"Say less. There's nothing like a woman of faith who also has knowledge of scripture. You're alright with me."
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"Thanks for entertaining conversation with me, Asaiah. See you around." Onesti smiles with a quick finger wave before going in the opposite direction.
"Thanks for being the person stuck with me, Onesti. If our paths should cross again, I look forward to the opportunity," I lowly reply to her, retreating back, knowing she's unable to hear me.
The overwhelming heat that's been coursing through my body the entire time I've been in Onesti's presence begins to become bearable, not to mention the thoughts of sticking my dick in a frozen bucket of ice water to keep my erection from making its presence known. I have never been around a woman whose conversation made me at peace, like exchanging talk with Onesti. This was after she practically fed me the other half of her sandwich when my stomach started growling loudly.