Synopsis: Stalita Jay is not one for trusting strangers, but on this rainy October 13th, she did.
Maybe she shouldn’t have…
“If you let me kiss you, I can prove to you what I am.” The crazy man in the long leather jacket, black pants, black shirt and matching boots told her.
“The hell you are!” Stalita Jay shook her head furiously. It was Friday the 13th, her brand new car just ran a flat, her mother just hinted that breast cancer is cresting over her health, and Bobby, her nice baby faced brother, needs at least a thousand dollars to bust him out of the clink.
The last thing she needed was some delusional, albeit, HOT stranger, telling her to kiss him. He could have cooties.
No. Scratch that. The herpes.
“I just need help with my spare tire. Stupid me don’t know a thing about changing a flat.” Thanks to being treated like a royal princess all my life.
Stalita looked down at her suede pumps and lamented how on the day she gets her brand new job working as an office assistant for an accountant; she breaks out her new beige pumps and…wait for it…
It rains. On. Her. Suede. Pumps.
The rain pours. The torrential downpour and rolling thunder has her pink and beige JC Penny suit soaked through, and the stranger smiles. Wolfish.
His raven black hair extends past his waist just about. He was very pale and had the look of some Adonis from another time. Ancient time. His lips were damn beautiful.
“Like I said, I can do it for a kiss. Your very wish for all to go right in your world, will happen.”
“And like I said. No.”
“Suit yourself.” He approached her car barely making splash sounds with his feet. Stalita noticed that his booted feet(how much did those things cost?!) and the water, met at a hard balance. A centered dance.
Walking on water.
Stalita shook her head. The cobwebs of lethargy must be making her imagine things.
The stranger took the bottle jack and used it to hoist the car up while he deftly, expertly changed the car in silence. Stalita noticed the tick in his jaw and was still amazed at how his boots were not sinking into the puddles and mud.
“What was your name again?”
Without looking at her, he said, “Lex.”
“Okay, Lex. Put your money where your mouth is. Kiss me and make me believe you can change my life right now.”
Lex finished changing the tire for her and replaced everything back into her trunk neatly. It was still light out but gray as fresh concrete and Stalita just wanted to go home and melt in her warm bath.
He approached her. “Now…this may feel— different.”
It was just a kiss. How much different can it be?
She could tell he was well built, as if he surfed for a lifetime-even though he reminded her more of a vampire than a surfer.
With gentle cupping of her neck, he leaned in and pressed his mouth to her closed one.
Stalita closed her eyes.
“Can you…let me in?” His husky voice sang over body and suddenly it was like electricity shot down her spine. Touched her. EVERYWHERE.
What was that?
Stalita obeyed and when his mouth met her warm one, she felt thousands of somethings, wet and slithery coat her mouth and prick her tongue and gums repeatedly.
She tried to pull away but Lex held on to her tighter, never letting her go. The kiss. His kiss had gone deeper. Deeper. The tickling and biting wouldn’t stop and the weird things was-
She liked it.
When she opened her eyes, she was back in her room. The sun was shining, spilling through the blinds and her British short hair cat Meow, sat at the foot her bed with a look of confusion and distrust.
“What’s wrong?” She asked him.
With a short grunt, Meow leaped gracefully off her bed and out of the room.
Stalita massaged her temples and went for her phone on her nightstand. “What a weird dream,” she said.
Her phone buzzed. Funny. She thought she had the ringtone set to Rise by Andra Day.
A text from her best friend Charlie: Ready for move in day? I have my part of the deposit already. Thanks for being a cool friend!
But you already live here LOL! Stalita text back.
Girl don’t be silly. I will be there in 1 hour.
Stalita leaped from her bed and checked the room in her apartment. The rooms were empty. As if Charlie never lived there.
When she used the knock code to unlock her phone, something caught Stalita’s eye that shouldn’t.
The date and time on the screen read October 13, 2015.
She went back two years.
Copyright© 2017 Erica Jean Smith
P.S. This is just a snippet of the genie saga I published a while back. It is under another name and Lex will have his own story someday. Just thought I’d play around with the plot a bit! Thanks for reading! 🙂