Once Bitten

Chapter 13

Sighing, I think to myself how screwed up this all is. I walked to the room by myself, after getting the inventory list by mysellf, and finding a clipboard to put it on,  By MYSELF. Irritation of the deepest kind.

I get to the room, holding out a little hope that Kyle would be here and ready to work. Consider my hope, squashed. Kyle is still nowhere to be found, and I don't have the time or leisure to wait for him. So I decide to get to work. Since I'd already decided to do inventory first, I headed to the closet in the back of the room.

The closet is more like a smaller classroom, used as a storage room. It holds 5 rows of shelves that extend the entire room. It has one small counter, tucked into a small alcove created by two shelves. So it's basically, a small work station. The room is long and narrow, so the shelves are really long and take up most of the space.

Anyways, walking in, I head over to the small counter/desk thing I was talking about and put the clipboard down. I have devised a method that I believe will make the work easier. Start at the bottom, work your way up, over, and down, then back up, over, and down. Until the whole row of shelves has been inventoried. Like I said, it's a long room and I know I have a long day ahead of me.

I put my headphones in and start listening to Rihanna's Skin.

The mood is set uh huh

You already what's next uh huh uh

Tv on blast turn it down turn it down

Don't want it to clash with my screaming now

Oh oh oh

I know you're hearing it

oh oh

You got me moaning now

I got a secret that I want to show you oh

I got a secret I'ma  drop em to the floor oh

No teasing you've waited long enough

Go deep, I'ma throw it at you

Can't catch it

Don't hold back you know I like it rough

Know I'm feeling ya huh

Know you liking it huh

This is like my favorite song, so I set my ipod on replay and just  let the words flow over me. No one is in the room, so I sing the words and dance to the rhythm, like I'm at home. Kneeling on the floor, I beging to pull boxes from their shelves, and start organizing and taking count of everything we have.

I flick my hair over my shoulder and out of my face, for what feels like the 100th time, and curse myself for putting on extra lip gloss ( my hair keeps sticking to my lips). I part my mouth and blow softly into the air, like I do out of habit when I'm working hard. I place my hands on my thighs and apply pressure, pushing myself to a standing position, and stretching out my legs.

When  I'm standing again, I feel someone press a raging hard on against my back. I gasp in fear, pleasure, and shock, as he places his lips against my neck, on the side where I've just tossed my hair over my shoulder. As he continues to kiss my neck, I feel myself melt against this person and let the familiar feelings wash over me. They are so very familiar, and I realize it's Kyle. His arms that were once restricting mine, pull me tighter as Kyle begins to grind himself against my back.

I feel one of my headphones fall out, and he nibbles on my ear. His breathing is deep and heavy, like it's being forced out of his lungs. It's a dim room, so when I look down, I see the positioon we are in has set a shadow over half my chest in a seductive way.