The Date

Arlen took a small step toward him, "Aren't you going to compliment me too?" His voice was low, like decadent chocolate over soft ice cream. It poured into his ears as smoothly as top-shelf whiskey. Sweet and seductive.

The voice went straight to his groin. Ravi slightly parted his lips. No words came out the first time. He swallowed and tried again, "Watching, they are watching." Ravi could clearly feel the three presence next to the window.

"What are you thinking about? I just asked you to compliment me?" Arlen asked, raising an eyebrow mischievously.

He was teasing him. Always teasing him. Ravi wondered if Arlen could take what he so loved to dish.

"That expression in your eyes, Why am I suddenly scared? Here for you." It was a beautiful red tulip and Ravi looked at him, the scheming look replaced by something akin to surprise.