Chapter Three: Obvious Intentions
Moving one step forward to the window in order to pursue her, Grant heard two quick knocks at the door.
Not tonight
, he thought. He was contemplating jumping out the window much like the mysterious woman who constantly made way into his thoughts when the knocks became more persistent. Sighing in defeat he slumped over to the wood door and swung it open to reveal the parasite that was Lynette.
"What do you want, Lynette?" He asked, grumpily.
Walking towards him and putting her tiny hands on his massive chest, she purred seductively, "Why do think I'm here, baby?" She looked up at him innocently with her wide, green eyes.
Grant visibly cringed at the use her pet name-no matter how generic it was. "Lynette, seriously," he said as he removed her hands from his chest, "get a grip and leave me alone."
Seeming unfazed by his obvious rejection she continued, "But honey we'll be perfect for each other don't you see?" Again she moved forward only to press her petit form against him and warp his small arms around his sides
"No, Lynette," Grant was already tired of her.
"Baby, I
know
you want me. I can see it in you eyes."
Grant actually chuckled at that. How she could confuse the completely annoyed look he was giving her for lust was beyond him. When she started to rub up against him again he focused and glared down at her.
"Honestly, Lynette! I have told you countless times that nothing, and I repeat,
nothing
will
ever
happen between us," he hated to be so cruel but he had to make sure she understood, " so why don't you just go back to your cabin, okay?" He took her shoulders and gently pushed her away.
Lynette wasn't used to rejection... she also though he'd just been played hard to get. At his blunt refusal she finally understood that he didn't want her. Embarrassed and fuming she replied with malice, "What, are you kicking me out because of your little screaming girlfriend?" She leaned to look over his shoulder to see the room empty, "Or are you just angry because she left you, too? Did she find out what you are, Grant? Is that why she left you?" She chuckled and put her red nailed fingertips on her luscious hips.
"She doesn't know, yet," he said, trying to reign in his black temper.
Ignoring his comment for the moment, she kept on, "Don't be
ridiculous
, she's been abused, she's... she's a freak! A loony, traumatized, freak! She has
wings
, Grant, wings!" Apparently she was too far gone in her rant to notice how Grant stiffened and his eyes turned so dark they were almost coal black.
"Leave." He said quietly but with such menace she stopped yelling abruptly and turned to face him. She was startled by his cold demeanor but would not be shrugged off. "If you don't leave right
now
, Lynette, so help me-"
"Alright, fine! You'll regret this, Grant," she screeched while staring daggers at him, "She may not know what you are, but when she does she leave again for good. Then you'll come crawling back to me! You'll see, Grant, you'll see," she said with finality as she walked away, her short peroxide blonde curls bouncing on her shoulders,
you'll all see
, she thought maniacally.
Watching her leave, Grant knew she'd be even more troublesome now than she was before. Heaving a heavy sigh Grant shuffled back to window and leaned against it, thinking about the woman again.
I should probably go get her now. No sense in letting her get all scared again.
Trying a different tactic, he took off his shirt and was preparing to shed the rest of his clothing in order to change when another knock came at the door.
"WHAT?!" He bellowed. Knowing Lynette had gone to her cabin for the night, it was obviously someone else, "When will I ever get a little time of my own?" He grumbled under his breath. Opening his door he didn't even bother to look to see who it was before asking, "Again,
what
can I do for you on this pleasant evening?" Grant looked up as the intruder chuckled and walked in like he owned the place.
"Well is that anyway to talk to your best friend?"
