Surrendering to Heat

Chapter 6: Surprise, Surprise: Two Can Play the Game

- - Angelina Harte - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

screeeech

No no no no no no no no no no!

It's him. I know it's him. Let's face it, I knew it was him before he entered the room. I've been aware of Damien all day, just pretending that I wasn't. I'm acting like a coward, but who wouldn't? Everything's too new. Too intimidating.

Even if I did accept this, his existance, I still refuse to open my eyes. He has the ability to turn my brain into mush. I decided earlier today, that it would be best if I just never had to look at him. Yup, go Angelina. Stick to the plan, and everything will be okay. It's true that I have no idea what's going on (with my eyes closed an all), but...I'll think about the problem later. For now, it's good...

Tha-thump tha-thump tha-thump

A jolt coursed through me. Starting from my temples, travelling all the way to my toes. Ouch...

Damien's touching me! Why?!? Burning heat spread, once again. This is starting to become familiar. Why does this always happen whenever he touches me? It burned at first, but the feeling is starting to get better the longer he touches me.

His fingers move soothingly, smoothing out wrinkles. That feels good...can't help it. I'm starting to let my guard down...goddess he has magic fingers.

Damien's face moves closer.

Ohmigodohmigodohmigod!

What is he doing? I can feel his hot breath on my cheeks.

Too close too close too close

God he smells divine. Apparently keeping my eyes closed isn't helping with the brain function. Not if he smells this good...or feels this good... If he overloads my sense of sight, smell, and touch...goddess imagine how he'll taste. Better the chocolate maybe...hard to imagine. I love love love chocolate.

I can feel his breath on my ear now.

shivers

"There's no use running...or hiding. I'll find you, no matter where you go." His low voice whispers into my ear.

Sex. This guy is walking, talking, breathing sex. Every move he makes is too much and I'm not even sure if he's doing this on purpose. Sensory overload. This is too much.

Rather than continue to be overwhelmed, I tell my inner self to man up. All I've been doing is running so far, letting this guy bulldoze into my mental walls. If he's a walking sex god, two can play at this game. I think...no no I can. I will.

With that, I open my eyes and relax my body posture. Assuming a more confident body language; I sit back, cross my arms, and slowly cross one leg over the other. Successfully drawing attention to a woman's most handy weapons; the breasts and the legs. By the way he's taking in my every move, I'd say step one (turn the game around) has succeeded.

"I'm assuming...that you need a partner?"

He doesn't answer. He's still looking at my legs. It was a good day to wear shorts it seems. One good thing about my uselessly tall height I suppose, is the legs. They're useful in catching a man's attention.

I snap my fingers in front of his face a couple times.

"Heeeeeeey. Anyone in there?"

He blushes a slight shade of red. Oh my gosh, that's so cute. Is he embarrassed? I don't think anyone but me has noticed. His skin color has barely changed, but I seem to pay very good attention to this man. Damien seems to have a very stern image, that comes with a very notorious don't-mess-with-me-or-you're-dead reputation. Which means most people don't get to see this side of him! Score one for me.