Behind the Shadows of Deceptiion- Chapter 3
They had driven around for a twenty minutes before they both agreed to go to the club. Actually, it didn’t take much to convince JC once she mentioned that he would have the opportunity to dance the night away with her.
Mya scooted up on her stool, resting her elbows on the counter as she twirled her straw in her drink. She looked out the corner of her eye, aware of a particular person's gaze zeroing in on her. If she was true to herself, she found it flattering.
"Do you want to dance now?" She asked, her voice ripping through whatever sensual thoughts of her he had been possessing.
"Oh…uh sure." JC took one last sip of his drink and held his hand out to her.
Mya rearranged her clothing before taking his hand and sauntering to the dance floor. Her arms linked around his neck and his arms found their way to her waist.
JC watched her immensely as she danced in his arms. Her movements were making him weak in the knees, and more aroused than he would admit as she grinded towards him. He wondered if it was her intent to evoke a reaction out of him. He seemed to find his answer when she winked and turned, presenting him with a rear view of her swaying hips.
After spending a few more hours on the dance floor and downing a few more of their favorite drinks, they left. And altough they had shared an interesting conversation during the ride back, JC hadn't mentioned her actions at the club.
"Ah…" Mya sighed plopping down on her couch as JC shut the door before joining her.
Mya grabbed the remote and turned on the stereo, allowing Sade’s exquisite voice to float through the air.
"Can I get you something to drink?" Mya offered.
"No that’s okay I’m fine."
"Alright suit yourself." She pushed herself up from the couch, going into the kitchen. A furry animal that he assumed to be one of her dogs, entered the living room.
"Hey Rambo." Mya patted her head and massaged her smooth black coat.
JC glanced around her living room. There were several paintings hanging on the walls. She had a glass cabinet for her awards placed in the corner. The Grammy, which she won a few years ago, sat alone on the top shelf. The variety of her style fascinated him along with the luscious aroma lingering in the house.
Rambo jumped up on the couch, lying down next to him. She looked him the eyes rested her head on his lap.
"Hey girl." JC patted her head gently. He didn't mind since he had a fondness for dogs
"I guess she likes you." Mya returned with a bottle of Fruitopia and new attire. She had changed into a comfortable pair of drwastring shorts and matching tee-shirt.
JC’s lips formed a grin as he cocked his head to the side. His eyes battled trailing her body and examining her form.
However, Mya had already caught where his attenion had been. "You see something you like?" She teased, folding her arms across her chest and tapping her fuzzy slipper against the floor.
"Oh...um..." That was the second time she caught him tonight.
Mya smirked sitting down on the couch, folding her legs; indian style. She would let him off the hook for now.
JC whistled tapping his foot as they sat in silence, the sound of music barely heard.
"Well…what should we talk about?" He spoke up. He remembered her telling him that she enjoyed conversing with him
"I didn’t know you wanted to talk you should’ve said something." Mya insisted.
"Well, I believe in letting a women speak her mind first." He would rather hear her voice instead of his anyway.
Mya smiled brightly, "Oh really?" She sipped her drink.
JC nodded sensing that he said something, which attracted her to him. Maybe not as much as he had hope, but there was something there.
"Okay since you want me to go first. Let me thank you for hanging out with me today."
"Oh. Don’t worry about it." He made it seem as if it wasn’t a big deal though it had made his day ten times better.
"No really. I don’t usually get time to go out and I doubt that you do. So I’m glad we both got a chance to relax and have some fun for once." Mya smiled.
Now it was his turned to speak. However, he couldn’t think of anything besides complimenting her, but he didn’t want to appear too straightforward.
"You know it’s funny that I have nothing to say." He decided.
"Come on. I know you have something in that clever mind of yours." She tapped his forehead with her finger.
Oh he had plenty in his mind, but was it suitable enough for her delicate ears to hear…not at all. She would probably slap him if she knew what he thinking right now.
He had to make sure he chose his words carefully, "Can I ask you a question? That’s if you don’t mind?"
"It depends on what it is?" Mya raised her eyebrow at him.
"Oh."
"No, I’m just kidding, go head." She urged.
"Well a lot of times people say your shy and everything but due to previous experiences, I beg to differ." JC explained.
Mya snickered, "Are you referring to the way I was dancing with you at the club?" She wondered.
"Maybe?" JC answered quickly, making her laugh.
"See when it comes to dancing or singing…"
JC shifted positions, showing complete interest in what she was saying.
"I let loose and the rhythm of the music floats through my body. It’s just easy to loose control sometimes. I love to dance though, it gets me in the mood…"
JC made a mental note of that last statement.
Mya laughed at the amusing expression on his face, but she love the fact that he was interested in their conversation.
"However, around people, especially when I get uncomfortable sometimes I tend to hold back. And most of the time I don’t say much, I just let the other person do all the talking. But see I’m comfortable around you. I guess you figured that out though, because I haven’t shut up." She laughed at how silly she made herself look.
"No not at all."
"See I told you." Mya laughed again.
"No, no that’s not what I meant. I was very interested in what you had to say."
"Really?" Mya eyed him curiously.
He blushed a little, clearly embarrassed.
"Yeah well…I should be going now." JC glanced at his watch and stood up.
"Yeah. It’s getting late." Mya stood up also, walking him to the door.
JC turned to face her as he reached the door.
"Next time we go out I get to choose." He insisted.
Mya giggled, "Deal. See you." She waved.
"See you. Bye Rambo." He gave her a quick hug, rubbed the dog's coat, and then left in his car.
JC sighed falling back on the bed. He looked up into the sky for awhile just staring at the stars, then he sat up against the headboard of his king size bed. When he saw the journal resting on his nightstand, he gasped.
"Damn it. I forgot." JC snapped, slapping himself upside the head.
He was so caught up in his own happiness for once, that he didn’t think of returning it to her.
JC glanced over at the journal again, "Man I really have to get it back to her." He had it for a whole day now, what if while he was busy yelling at himself for being so stupid, she was tearing her room apart looking for it.
He glanced over at it for the third time. It was something about her journal that continued to grab his attention every time he stole a glimpse of it. Maybe it was because her name was engraved on the front it. On the other hand, it contained her most personal feelings and experiences. JC retrieved the journal from the nightstand, tempted to open it, and not looking for a number to call this time.
But why was it necessary for him to know her innermost feelings and thoughts? Was he obsessed with her or the something? No, but what would you expect from a lonely guy in desperate need of a little love and companionship.
There had to be something in here about her ideal man, there had to be! Or Maybe she wrote down the qualities of a man that seemed attractive to her, sure she did.
JC let his curiosity get the best of him and soon found himself flipping through the pages of her journal (Her most prized possession). Although, he felt the guilt arousing with him, his curiosity level prevailed.
December 2, 2001
10:15 p.m.
I don’t have much time so I’m going to make this quick. Tonight’s performance was incredible. I think I did very well, except for the part when my partner sort of messed up but I don’t think anyone noticed. You know it’s weird, after the show a guy came up to me backstage. He was attractive but I didn’t really like him, he was to overconfident. So I autographed a picture for him, told him I was flattered and he went about his way. Why can’t I ever find a guy who’s my type. You know someone, who listens, is into deep conversations, and makes me laughs. If I had the time to go into depth detail I would, but I got to go—10:40 p.m.
JC recited the last few comments in his head. In many ways her love life was similar to his, except she had propositions coming her way left and right.
JC closed the journal and placed it on the nightstand. He turned off the lamp as his head sinking down in the soft pillows. He sighed and folded his hands behind his head, imagining what it would feel like to be her "type".
Meanwhile, Mya finished off the last of the vanilla ice cream and threw the bucket in the trash. She turned off all the lights and trotted down the long hallway towards her bedroom. She bounced onto her bed, ready to complete her journal entry from last night.
She reached down into her bag, feeling for the book with the engraved letters on it--Nothing.
Immediately, Mya jumped off the bed in a panic, "Where is it, I know I put it in here." She tossed her clothes around the room carelessly.
"Shit." She pulled recklessly at her long hair. This was bad…really, really bad!