"Do you want a drink?" he asks.
"I can't, I'm here for business."
"What business does a good girl like you have to do in a party full of bad people?" he tilts his head to the side, trying to read me.
He doesn't know it, but reading me is impossible...
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"Do you want a drink?" he asks.
"I can't, I'm here for business."
"What business does a good girl like you have to do in a party full of bad people?" he tilts his head to the side, trying to read me.
He doesn't know it, but reading me is impossible. I control my emotions and my facial expressions like a robot.
"Here you are, making assumptions again," I laugh bitterly.
"How come? Aren't you a good girl?" he smirks.
"I'm not."
"What are you then? A good girl gone bad? A good girl who did bad things for a boy?" he smirks again. "Or worst, a good girl who's trying to be bad," he laughs.
I step closer to him until our bodies are pressed against each other. I know I'm breaking a rule here, which is to not be seen, but this man infuriates me.
"You're wrong, honey, I've been a bad girl all along," I whisper seductively in his ear.
I put my hand on his torso, which makes me realizes just how muscular he is under this black suit of his. I feel his breathing quickens, but he regains his composure before I have time to know if just imagined it. I hear a deep chuckle escape his lips, and his right hand land on my lower back.
"Why do I feel like there's something dark about you? Something I should be running away from?" I demand mockingly.
His eyes glisten with mischief as he gets closer to my ear.
"Because there is, but I have this feeling you welcome darkness like an old friend," he says in a raspy voice.
His voice is mesmerizing, but I don't have time for distraction.
"Oh honey, I am darkness," I say innocently before disappearing back into the crowd.
