Chapter 2 -- Underground garage
"Excuse me?"
I just grinned. This was fucking hilarious! I loved it. The horny suit-bitch was Karl's fiance. This was just the best revenge I could think of. And no one can sue me for it!
I looked at him the way I stare at my prey. Intense deep look with a slight confident smirk. I can describe it for you, all you want, but trust me, I perfected this stare to its pristine form, and if that guy is even slightly interested, this is my ticket to his forbidden areas. He looked at me concerned and turned away. I looked at the door and then back at him. Again, his need to look at me was now stronger than his will. Check.
We played this game the whole way in the elevator. I then walked to my car, knowing very well where he parked. I matched his step, and we made our way to our vehicles. I haven't looked at him once this time. But with my peripheral sight, I could see him turning towards me repeatedly. This time I was the one to turn when he was looking.
"Yes?" I asked innocently
He parted his lips as if he was going to say something but couldn't. How cute, don't worry, boy, I will put those lips to good use.
"Are you following me?"
I chuckled. "No, man, I don't stalk my boys. They run to me. I have a car there, see?" I pointed with my chin to my car as my hands were full.
"Right." He looked at me and sped up his step. What a cute bubble butt. I have to ask him what sport he does. He went to the car, and I came to him. There was serious concern on his face now.
"Don't worry, boy, I just need to put this inside." I opened my passenger seat door and blocked him from opening his. He got stuck between me, our cars, and the wall behind them. P.e.r.f.e.c.t.
I bend and put the things inside. He patiently waited for me to finish. Then I straightened my spine and put my hand on the door, keeping it open.
I just stood there, watching him waiting and getting impatient. I leaned on my car, checking him out.
He is definitely top. Broad masculine shoulders, and a flat stomach. I wouldn't be surprised to see a six-pack beneath that ironed shirt. Tight bubble butt, as I remember, and good width of the legs. I'd say he's about 180lb. In contrast to skinny-ass 5,8ft Karl, he seems like the solid dominant type, but when you compare this hunk to me? Well, let's just say he'd make me a nice power bottom.
"If you excuse me."
"Can I excuse you, boy?" I smirked at him.
"I am not your boy." So defiant. I like those. They moan the loudest once you break them in.
I leaned closer to him with a smile. "Not yet."
He shook his head in disbelief. "You have some nerve, man."
"True," I leaned back on my car. "But I can see you love it."
"Do you?" He raised his eyebrow and tried to act tough.
"Don't worry, boy, I won't assault you. Unless you want me to, I just want to talk."
"I don't wanna talk with you."
I raised my hands. "Fair enough." I turned to close the door.
"What did you want to talk about?" Check. I looked back to him.