The Wanting (D'Shar Men 1)

“Let me grab out bags so we can get out of here,” Zasha said. “We don’t want to be too late.”

The click of her heels on her bedroom floor of were a much needed reinforcement to her courage. A woman who wore shoes like these was no weak flower. She was a temptress who knew her feminine power and wielded it as she saw fit. In mid-journey she made a conscious decision. Tonight she would be anyone she wanted to be.

Happy Halloween, Zasha Johnson.

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Less than one hundred feet away, Phelan stood dressed in a pair of black slacks, shiny black boots, and the sky-blue shirt of a Star Trek Science officer. A black wig with blunt bangs across his forehead and pointed special effects ears that came to curved points similar to an elf’s completed the look.

“This is classic,” Taye said. “You two would pick romantically linked characters.” It was obvious Taye was amused by the situation they had just walked up on.

“It’s a sign from the universe,” Taye said.

Her tiny fingers locked on to Zasha’s elbow like the Jaws of Life as she made a beeline to their host.

“Taye, what are you doing?” Zasha asked.

She was not ready to begin her role reversal so soon. Her inner vixen was slow to start. Okay, more like had never been used, but still. She needed more time to prepare.

“It’d be impolite not to say hi,” she said.

All too soon they were in front of the man in question. Phelan’s amber eyes darkened to black as his eyes glanced from the top of her head to her high-heeled feet. She felt her body heat, and her panties drench in response.

Why she’d bothered to don a pair at all was beyond her.

“Zasha, I’m glad you could make it,” he said.

He was so virile with a lean muscled frame that appeared ready for action at a moment’s notice. His eloquent manner of speech coupled with the silent power that thrummed beneath the surface provided more swagger than one man should be allowed to have. The sparks of emotion she’d seen in his eyes made her want to unleash the inner passion he hid behind a cordial and cool facade.

“Thank you for inviting me, Phelan.”

A not so delicate nudge in to her side, with a sharp elbow from Taye, broke the spell she’d fallen under.

“I am so sorry. Where are my manners? Hello, Bastian,” she said. “This is my best friend Taye. Taye, this is Phelan, and his brother Bastion.”

The lust filled looks Bastian and Taye exchanged told her from past experience she’d be alone tonight. Taye was picky about who she slept with, but when the attraction hit she didn’t hesitate to follow through.

But that was okay. For once she, too, had plans.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Ms. Taye,” Bastian said. His chocolate eyes filled with admiration.

“And may I say, green is definitely your color.”

“I guess great minds think alike,” Phelan said in reference to the fact they’d both gone with Star Trek personalities. The conversation that took place between Taye and Bastian already reverted to background noise. Phelan’s hand gesture from his outfit to her own was so out of character it made her laugh.

“I had hoped it would be seen as humorous and not offensive,” Zasha said.

“I am unsure if humor is the first thought it evokes,” he said.

Her jaw dropped for a brief moment before she collected herself.

His voice had been even but his eyes spoke volumes. The combination blew her mind.

It was clear to Zasha that Phelan D’Shar yearned for her as much as she did him. The illogical thoughts she produced in response involved a dark corner, and a husky request that he take her. She had never considered herself to be a person who’d desire being dominated. But Phelan made her want to lay herself bare and let him do whatever he deemed necessary.

“Well we should be making our rounds now,” she said. Her head turned to the left, and she discovered Bastian and Taye had disappeared.

“It appears you may have lost your companion for the night.”