<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Dorian Belmonte (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14057451#msg14057451)<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong> April 23rd, Monday. 5:30 PM<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Small Local Bookstore<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Avi<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mercedes Quinlan-Morales (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283560.msg14056573#msg14056573)<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong> N/A<br/><strong>Content warnings:</strong> Distracted by something wonderful.<br/><strong>Extra information:</strong> Slightly inebriated.</span><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://www.malemodelscene.net/wp-content/uploads/2017/08/David-Gandy-Prestige-Mike-Ruiz-03-620x789.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">It definitely wasn’t his proudest of moments, he really had been hoping the gorgeous little woman would simply ignore his outburst and both of them could pretend he hadn’t crossed a line. Honestly, it would have been better for both of them than a confrontation. But he just didn’t have that kind of luck. Instead he watched as she turned to face him and couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret south of his abdomen. She really was a stunning his beauty and quite easy on the eyes. If he hadn’t made such a daring and inappropriate comment, and she thought he was somewhat passable, there might have been an abundance of opportunity for them both. Of course even if he had flirted with her, instead of objectifying her, that wouldn’t have changed that rather potent whiff of alcohol staining his breath. Not that she’d made any comments about it, but from the way her nose wrinkled and her body shifted he could tell she wasn’t exactly pleased by the smell and judging by the way she crossed her arms and looked at him, she was either expecting an apology or a confrontation.<br/><br/>Sadly for both of them Dorian wasn’t the type of man to just back down, even if he was technically in the wrong for this little exchange. Though his lack of backing down probably had more to do with the fact that he hated apologizing, or maybe it had something to do with the alcohol, regardless there would be no backing down from him. Instead as she crossed her arms and pressed her book to her chest Dorian slightly shook his head as he stepped toward her, closing the little distance that was between them. Unlike before, when her back had been facing him, his eyes didn’t linger on her body but remained locked to hers. He finally closed the distance, leaving less than a foot between the both of them and allowing him to look down at her before a slight smile eased itself over his lips. "What I said might not have been the most appropriate… but let me get this straight." After another half step forward he leaned in, closing the distance between their faces and bringing his eyes level to hers as those foggy blue eyes stared into hers.<br/><br/>"You can call me a pendjo, just because I gave a slight inappropriate compliment. But I’m the one in the wrong? I really don’t think that’s all that fair.. So how about you accept the compliment, I accept being an ass, and you turn that fine ass around and move on?" While he leaned forward his right hand, the one that was empty, was slightly crossed over his abdomen. His other hand was resting at his side, slightly bent, pressing the book in hand against his waist. Those eyes of his still locked to hers but gradually as he waited for her to make some sort of reply those eyes of his began to wander rather uncontrollably. That grey hoodie of hers did obscure much of her top from his view but those compression shorts didn’t hide anything from view. It also gave him an ample view of those slightly toned and thick thighs. Between looking down at her legs, across her hoodie, and those kissable lips, she had plenty of time to realize that he’d stopped looking <em>at</em> her and had been doing little else other than just staring at her. <br/><br/>It probably wasn’t the best look for him, especially when he was just trying to get her to accept what he’d said and for both of them to move  on.  So looking at her like that, like she was a piece of candy he just had to have to himself. Still it was hard not to look at her like that, not what everything about her practically begged to be touched. Eventually, after realizing that he’d perhaps let his eyes linger on her for far longer than he should have, the male leaned back giving her some space from him as he slightly muttered under his breath. "Besides.. I’m not taking back what I said. Especially since it’s absolutely true. So you can accept that.. or just keep being uppity about the fact I <em>like</em> your body."</span></span>