âDo I make you nervous?â he queried, almost bursting into laughter when she turned to pin him with a shocked expression.
He knew she was about to blast him, and decided to intervene. Before anything could be said, he closed the short distance between them, dipped his head and thrust his tongue past her lips.
Vivian gasped, offering his tongue deeper access to the dark cavern of her mouth. She held the lapels of his stylish navy suit coat in a tight grip. The strength in her legs seemed to ooze away and she gripped the lapels as though they were a lifeline. Caesar only touched her with his mouth. The force of his kiss pushed her against the wall of the elevator.
When he finally pulled away, a cocky smirk fell across his lips. His heavenly, warm gaze softened at her tousled state. The silky, dark mass of her hair lay over her head in a disarray of curls, and her cocoa lipstick was smudgedâ¦.
Dear Reader,
Thank you so very much for joining in on the rollercoaster ride between Vivian and Caesar in Rivalâs Desire. I had a really wonderful and fun time creating these characters. From the very sensual to the very comedic, the interactions between the alluring songstress and the gorgeous athlete presented an array of emotions. The experience of crafting their story was a true pleasure.
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Love,
AlToya
âYouâve gotta be kidding me!â Vivian Desmond bellowed as she glared into her rearview mirror. The huge, imposing black SUV was practically on top of the sleek, burgundy sports car she drove. Blinding dust flew on either side of the car as she accelerated down the long, curving driveway. The faster she drove, the closer the massive vehicle came to her carâs rear bumper.
Finally the impolite driver tired of tailgating and passed her. Pounding bass from the Expeditionâs impressive sound system drowned everything in the vicinity.
âJackass!â she called, her lovely dark eyes narrowing as she watched the truck zoom up the road.
The SUV parked at an angle before the wide stone porch, which led to a set of double-glass encased brass doors. The driver remained inside, shielded from view by tinted windows.
Of course Vivian knew exactly who it was. She parked her car a few feet from the SUV. After snatching the black cat-eyed spectacles from her face, she jumped out of the car and stormed across the driveway.
âYou stupid jerk! What the hell are you tryinâ to do? Caesar? I know you hear me!â
No response rose from behind the tinted glass.
She kicked one of the shiny, silver rims. âCaesar Morrison, you idiot! Answer me, dammit!â she ordered, slamming her fist against the driverâs side window. After a few minutes, the window rolled down and she took a step back.
Caesar Morrisonâs light brown gaze raked over Vivâs body slowly. He started at her feet, loving the way the strappy black sandals flattered her polished toes. The knowing gaze traveled upward over the form-flattering gray jumpsuit she wore. He traced the outline of her full breasts straining against the outfitâs snug bodice.
Viv rolled her eyes and propped her hands on her hips. She cleared her throat, hoping to gain eye contact with Caesar. Of course, he was more interested with the present view.
Propping his elbow on the armrest, Caesar placed his index finger against his temple and smiled. There was no other woman he loved to watch more than Vivian Desmond. Her black bob of thick, bouncy curls, the luscious, dark chocolate complexion and almond-shaped, coal-black eyes, always gave him cause to stare. She never failed to captivate him in humor or anger. Of course, the fact that she was perhaps the only woman he knew who hated him passionately only attracted him more.
âWere you intentionally tryinâ to run me off the damn road?â Viv cried, her narrowed gaze practically spewing daggers.
Caesar pretended to be offended. âNow why would you think that, Plum?â
Viv rolled her eyes toward the sky and groaned at the sound of the dreaded nickname. Unfortunately, the handle had endured since childhood and she knew there was no way heâd ever stop using it. âDonât you sit there and play innocent with me. You need to watch this big hog if youâre gonna fly around in it!â