His eyes were watching me the whole night. Carefully following my scantily clad body move to the beat of the club DJ. With a few drinks in my system I became loose in my behavior. Randomly making innocent physical contact with a few good friends. My movements were staggering and it was obvious I was becoming more intoxicated with each glass.
Two hours later I was on my way to my studio loft. The bar was only a few blocks from my house. I crossed the street, waving at the driver who let me by. Once inside my building, I stumbled up the stairs dropping to my knees on occasion. Sighing in frustration I finally got into my apartment. I tossed my keys onto the door side table. Walking up the metal, curvy staircase I unbuttoned my blouse, pulling it from my smooth shoulders.
That’s when I noticed him sitting on my bed. His jacket was draped over the back of my chair. "What the hell are you doing in my house?" I tossed my blouse over to the clothes heap next to my closet.
"Waiting for you." His reply was laced with sexual tension.
"I thought I told you we weren’t doing this anymore?" My hands flew to my hips, as female’s often do when annoyed.
"You did." He got up walking closer to me. "But I’m not done with you yet."
"Well I’m done with you so get out!" I sighed, turning to get undressed.
Connor pushed me against the wall, leaning his body on mine. Pinning me tightly he whispered into my ear. "Don’t you even think of running bitch. I am stronger and faster than you. Can I trust you to behave?"
