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his hand. I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do. Stand up? Stay down? What? I flick my eyes over to Vixon – or maybe it’s Clarissa – to see her shaking her head and indicating that I should put my head on the floor again. Unfortunately, as I return my gaze to his, all I can see are his ‘come with me’ eyes beckoning, and before I know what I’m doing, my legs are pushing me upwards. My fingers touch his and it’s like someone just lit a flame. A strange kind of feeling that I’ve never felt before is upon me instantly. I snatch my hand away from him in fear of it. It’s debilitating, maybe incapacitating. I don’t know. I just don’t want it controlling me for some reason, because regardless of the fact my knickers seem to want to fall around my ankles, and even though the thought is disconcertingly appealing, there’s just a small part of me that’s saying no. Maybe it’s fear, or maybe it’s the unknown. Maybe it’s just that I can smell hell in his aftershave. Whoever this man is, Vixon is right. He isn’t the man for me. I’m not ready.
“You are quite skittish, my dear. It is a pleasing characteristic to display,” he says as he holds his cane out in the direction of the door. I glance down at the black ebony with its silver top and wonder what that means before looking back up at him. “After you. You are exactly what I require in this moment. We can test you, hmm?”
Test me?
Chapter 4
“I’ve told you to get the fuck out of my building, Pascal. Leave, now.” Roxanne comes screeching through the door. Her hair is down and wild as if she’s been physical with something, and she’s encased in a PVC outfit that’s so tight it shows off every curve on her body to full effect. He smiles at me and completely ignores her as she storms towards us. In fact, he takes another step into me and runs his finger over my collar bone. His touch is so soft, so gentle, that my whole body tingles at it, and for the first time, I feel my own lips curving upwards in reply to his. I’m trying not to, really I am. I know I should be scared, or back on the floor again maybe, but I just can’t stop his complete lack of interest at her tirade from making me giggle inside. It’s as if he cares so little for her outburst that he’s not even aware of it. It’s odd, but I can almost hear his brain telling me to just do as he asks and ignore whatever happens next.
She’s suddenly at his back, screaming at him and shouting, but yet again, all I can really see are those green eyes. I’ve heard about this, people who have something about them that you just can’t get away from. I even thought I’d met a few in my time, but now I know I haven’t. My knickers really do want to explode as he smirks at me – a real smirk. He’s not one of those men who pretend to smirk when there’s nothing going on behind the eyes to indicate intelligence. No, this is one of those smirks that delivers all sorts of connotations with it. I can sense his intellect mapping out all kinds of scenarios for me. I can feel it oozing out of his skin and promising me his untold wisdom. It’s probably degenerate and certainly immoral, but that’s not stopping me from smiling back as I watch those eyes dancing with me.
His hand suddenly flies around and grabs her by the throat. I’m so shocked by the move that I stumble back and fall into the morons who are still hovering behind me. He smiles once more at me before turning and pushing her backwards towards the wall. Her legs and arms flail as she fights with his wrist, but I can see the strength of his grip on her, and I can also see his peaceful frame as it glides effortlessly in some sort of death rhythm. He’s wraithlike as he moves, with some kind of unknown power over whatever he touches. He doesn’t even look like he’s
“You are quite skittish, my dear. It is a pleasing characteristic to display,” he says as he holds his cane out in the direction of the door. I glance down at the black ebony with its silver top and wonder what that means before looking back up at him. “After you. You are exactly what I require in this moment. We can test you, hmm?”
Test me?
Chapter 4
“I’ve told you to get the fuck out of my building, Pascal. Leave, now.” Roxanne comes screeching through the door. Her hair is down and wild as if she’s been physical with something, and she’s encased in a PVC outfit that’s so tight it shows off every curve on her body to full effect. He smiles at me and completely ignores her as she storms towards us. In fact, he takes another step into me and runs his finger over my collar bone. His touch is so soft, so gentle, that my whole body tingles at it, and for the first time, I feel my own lips curving upwards in reply to his. I’m trying not to, really I am. I know I should be scared, or back on the floor again maybe, but I just can’t stop his complete lack of interest at her tirade from making me giggle inside. It’s as if he cares so little for her outburst that he’s not even aware of it. It’s odd, but I can almost hear his brain telling me to just do as he asks and ignore whatever happens next.
She’s suddenly at his back, screaming at him and shouting, but yet again, all I can really see are those green eyes. I’ve heard about this, people who have something about them that you just can’t get away from. I even thought I’d met a few in my time, but now I know I haven’t. My knickers really do want to explode as he smirks at me – a real smirk. He’s not one of those men who pretend to smirk when there’s nothing going on behind the eyes to indicate intelligence. No, this is one of those smirks that delivers all sorts of connotations with it. I can sense his intellect mapping out all kinds of scenarios for me. I can feel it oozing out of his skin and promising me his untold wisdom. It’s probably degenerate and certainly immoral, but that’s not stopping me from smiling back as I watch those eyes dancing with me.
His hand suddenly flies around and grabs her by the throat. I’m so shocked by the move that I stumble back and fall into the morons who are still hovering behind me. He smiles once more at me before turning and pushing her backwards towards the wall. Her legs and arms flail as she fights with his wrist, but I can see the strength of his grip on her, and I can also see his peaceful frame as it glides effortlessly in some sort of death rhythm. He’s wraithlike as he moves, with some kind of unknown power over whatever he touches. He doesn’t even look like he’s
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