Seduced...Part Dos

George contemplalted his next move carefully. As an accomplished Latin lover, he had seen the look in her eyes before. She was intrigued but a mere misstep and she would flee the absolution of this passion.

Elizabeth was held fast by deep bottomless chocolate eyes. His head and neck swayed back and forth but his gaze remained constant. Like a snake charmer and his pet, the two remained in a trance. One set of eyes locked onto the other. In the manner which lovers do, without thinking, the rhythm of their breathing synchronized. Together, they drew one breath, together their hearts thudded a single beat.

"H-hello, Senor George," she stammered shyly lowering her gaze, less she appear too bold. Her heart skipped a beat. Could he he hear the stutter in the rhythm- or worse yet, did he feel it?

Ah, he thought. She would not be quite so hard to succumb to the ways of love as he first presumed.

"Hola, my pet," he crooned. "You look especially lovely today."

Elizabeth blushed, she was not accustommed to such attention. Senor George was so dark, so handsome, so worldy. He spoke with a soft tone- rich as chocolate and with just as much dark intention. The subtle undertone could not be mistaken.

George noted the feminine form standing in the center of the meadow. She was slender- yes- but with a budding womanliness that did not miss his notice. Elizabeth aroused his curiousity with her large black eyes and even larger ears. To him- the exotic one- she was fascinating. Her tiny hooves were perfectly shaped- as if she were wearing high heels just for him. Some may call her ordinary, but George saw the passion which lay beneath her common exterior.

"Senor George-" she began shyly.

"Please, call me Jorge," he interrupted.

"Alright, J-Jorge," and again the thick lashes fluttered downward to hide her black eyes. He mused, those eyes were so dark that they reflected nothing but his own reflection. How lovely.

"Elizabeth, may I call you Elizabeth? I noticed that you were standing here alone. Would you like some company?" he crooned again in his sing-song Latin accent.

She lifted one tiny hoof. He held his breath- had he been too forward? These matters were delicate and he must exercise control wtih such a delicate flower. She glanced sideways but did not move. He was magnetic- with his hypnotic swaying back and forth and his beautiful voice.

Sensing her indecision, he decided to make yet a bolder move. He began to hum- quietly and almost imperceptible. It was a love song, taught to him by his father, taught to his father by his father, and so forth. It was the language of llama love.

"Hmmmmmm," he sang.