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somewhat, leaning back in his chair and regarding me steadily.
“Listen, sweetheart, there’s only one way that strange women are allowed into my place if you’re that eager to see it,” he waggles his eyebrows suggestively and I cannot help but laugh.
“I’m okay, but thanks for the offer,” I reply, but Kyle is not listening. He is staring intently at something over my shoulder. Curious, I follow his gaze to the pool and I recoil in shock and horror. Lying by the pool an older, very made-up woman is tanning, her predatory gaze making a meal of Adam. I mentally shake myself. She is making a meal of Kyle; Kyle, not Adam. Kyle leers back; his fingers drumming the table, he inclines his head and she smiles seductively. Oh no! This is not happening . Kyle smiles secretly. “Lila,” he murmurs, seemingly oblivious to my shock and revulsion. She reminds me all too clearly of the blonde woman in Adam’s apartment.
Kyle stands abruptly and walks through the french doors, going over to stand beside her. A minute later they are deep in conversation and neither is paying the slightest attention to me. I flip open my phone, desperately scrolling down to Doctor Sheldon’s number and hitting the dial button. I raise the phone to my ear; I am pretty sure that I may be having my first panic attack. I cannot do this. I cannot watch this. I consider going over and explaining to the cougar, filling her in on the situation, but I can only imagine what Kyle’s reaction to that would be. I am praying like crazy that Adam or any of the other alters will suddenly appear, but I realise that this is futile; I need to fix this myself. Just as Doctor Sheldon’s phone clicks onto voicemail I make my decision. I stand, and before I can consider the foolishness of my actions, I stride right up to Kyle, laying my hand intimately on his arm and, smiling confidently up at him, I take a deep breath and utter the words I know are going to land me in a whole heap of trouble.
“I’d like to see your apartment now.”
Chapter 8
It takes a moment for Kyle to register what I have just implied, and the second that he does it is obvious. His initial annoyed frown which formed the second I interrupted gives way to a broad, lecherous grin.
“See you around, Lila.” He winks at the blonde and I see a flash of annoyance cross her features.
“It’s Lola, Kyle,” she snaps, sounding irked. He does not even excuse his blatant faux pas ; he simply turns and walks back inside the building with me following along behind him, wondering how I am possibly going to get myself out of this situation.
The elevator pings on the sixth floor and we walk a short way along the corridor. Kyle stops suddenly outside apartment 6D. He lifts his arm and rests it against the door gazing down at me.
“Are you sure about this, pretty lady?” he grins, and, feigning all the confidence I can muster, I smile back up at him.
“Of course I’m sure.”
I knew that he would not hesitate. Kyle is driven by his physical nature; he is not a gentleman and will take any opportunity offered. His mouth crashes down on mine and his teeth knock painfully against mine.
“Oh, you are so hot,” he breathes into my mouth and I stifle the urge to gag as his tongue thrusts far too deeply into my mouth to be comfortable.
I try and force myself not to panic. Kyle is sexual, yes. He is a chauvinistic pig, yes. He is as arrogant and as sure of himself as anyone I have ever met, but he is not a criminal. He is not sexually deviant. He is not a rapist. He will not force me; he wants me to enjoy myself. He is not trying to punish me. This is just sex; purely physical. I also know without a shadow of a doubt that if I refuse him now he will simply go back downstairs and finish what he started with Lila, or rather, Lola, down by the pool.
“Hey,” I pull myself away and force myself to smile up at him. “Not so fast. Can we take things a bit more
“Listen, sweetheart, there’s only one way that strange women are allowed into my place if you’re that eager to see it,” he waggles his eyebrows suggestively and I cannot help but laugh.
“I’m okay, but thanks for the offer,” I reply, but Kyle is not listening. He is staring intently at something over my shoulder. Curious, I follow his gaze to the pool and I recoil in shock and horror. Lying by the pool an older, very made-up woman is tanning, her predatory gaze making a meal of Adam. I mentally shake myself. She is making a meal of Kyle; Kyle, not Adam. Kyle leers back; his fingers drumming the table, he inclines his head and she smiles seductively. Oh no! This is not happening . Kyle smiles secretly. “Lila,” he murmurs, seemingly oblivious to my shock and revulsion. She reminds me all too clearly of the blonde woman in Adam’s apartment.
Kyle stands abruptly and walks through the french doors, going over to stand beside her. A minute later they are deep in conversation and neither is paying the slightest attention to me. I flip open my phone, desperately scrolling down to Doctor Sheldon’s number and hitting the dial button. I raise the phone to my ear; I am pretty sure that I may be having my first panic attack. I cannot do this. I cannot watch this. I consider going over and explaining to the cougar, filling her in on the situation, but I can only imagine what Kyle’s reaction to that would be. I am praying like crazy that Adam or any of the other alters will suddenly appear, but I realise that this is futile; I need to fix this myself. Just as Doctor Sheldon’s phone clicks onto voicemail I make my decision. I stand, and before I can consider the foolishness of my actions, I stride right up to Kyle, laying my hand intimately on his arm and, smiling confidently up at him, I take a deep breath and utter the words I know are going to land me in a whole heap of trouble.
“I’d like to see your apartment now.”
Chapter 8
It takes a moment for Kyle to register what I have just implied, and the second that he does it is obvious. His initial annoyed frown which formed the second I interrupted gives way to a broad, lecherous grin.
“See you around, Lila.” He winks at the blonde and I see a flash of annoyance cross her features.
“It’s Lola, Kyle,” she snaps, sounding irked. He does not even excuse his blatant faux pas ; he simply turns and walks back inside the building with me following along behind him, wondering how I am possibly going to get myself out of this situation.
The elevator pings on the sixth floor and we walk a short way along the corridor. Kyle stops suddenly outside apartment 6D. He lifts his arm and rests it against the door gazing down at me.
“Are you sure about this, pretty lady?” he grins, and, feigning all the confidence I can muster, I smile back up at him.
“Of course I’m sure.”
I knew that he would not hesitate. Kyle is driven by his physical nature; he is not a gentleman and will take any opportunity offered. His mouth crashes down on mine and his teeth knock painfully against mine.
“Oh, you are so hot,” he breathes into my mouth and I stifle the urge to gag as his tongue thrusts far too deeply into my mouth to be comfortable.
I try and force myself not to panic. Kyle is sexual, yes. He is a chauvinistic pig, yes. He is as arrogant and as sure of himself as anyone I have ever met, but he is not a criminal. He is not sexually deviant. He is not a rapist. He will not force me; he wants me to enjoy myself. He is not trying to punish me. This is just sex; purely physical. I also know without a shadow of a doubt that if I refuse him now he will simply go back downstairs and finish what he started with Lila, or rather, Lola, down by the pool.
“Hey,” I pull myself away and force myself to smile up at him. “Not so fast. Can we take things a bit more
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