Dark Touch

Inappropriate Questions

"Tell me about yourself Angel," Lucas asked, circling me like a hawk stalking his prey.

"There's not much to tell," I managed to squeak out, trying to keep my voice steady, and show that I am not afraid of this tall intimidating man. However, the opposite was true.

He chuckled, stopping behind me. He lowered to my ear and whispered, "There's always much to tell. Where are you coming from? Where are you going?"

"I'm coming from a small town South of here. About a few hours. I'm going to stay with my friend. She lives in the city. She'll probably get worried if I don't get there tonight," I informed him, knowing Hannah would be quick to panic. I hope she doesn't decide to be rash and call my parents, leaving me to have some explaining to do. With my family, they would assume the absolute worst. And by that, I meant abducted by aliens... My family was quite eccentric.

"Don't worry. Like I said, you'll be there first thing in the morning," he responded, grabbing my hand. "So small and fragile. What brings you to the city?"

"A job opportunity. I got a position as a Museum Curator apprentice at a really popular artifacts museum," I said, excited to get my hands on all kinds of ancient history and analyze it.

He stopped for a moment looking up at me, his eyebrows knitting. "What is the name?" He asked, taking me back with his interest.

"Uhh... BlackStone Discovery" I said, excited about my achievement.

"Well, whoever that is, I'm sure you must have been really talented to catch his eye." He pulled my hand up and kissed my hand, as I stood there mouth agape. "Continue telling me about yourself." I don't know what it was but I couldn't focus as he kissed my hand continuously, kissing my palm and wrist.

"Ummmmm.. Uhhhh...," I tried to focus. "I like history.... And I read...," I slowly continued not knowing what to say.

"How many guys have you dated," he asked, throwing me off guard. I knitted my eyebrows not knowing what to say..

"Ummmm.. What do you mean by dated?" I asked as he kept kissing my arm, and upward.

He stopped looking up at me. "How many men have you fucked?"

"Excuse you, but that is an extremely personal question," I bit back swifty, putting my guard up. I cannot believe the audacity of him!

"In a place like this, anything having to do with sex isn't personal. It's right in the open if you haven't noticed." He spoke into my ear, causing my body to shiver.

"Well... I...," I was embarrassed to say it.

"Oh, come on, little angel. Tell me," his voice whispered, feeling his lips touch my ear slightly. I didn't even know this man, and yet I was letting him get so intimate to me.

"I haven't had any," I responded quietly, biting my lip as he stepped back.

He moved until he was facing me placing a delicate finger under my chin lifting it to meet his piercing green eyes.

"And how old are you?" He followed.

"Twenty-three." I tried my best to keep eye contact, but it was so hard. My heart was racing so fast that it was making my knees weak.

"How did that happen? I just met you and I can't even keep my hands off you," he spoke growling lightly.

"I... I don't really know." It was partly true. School kept me so busy, that boys hardly crossed my mind. My parents were a bit out of the ordinary as well, but I didn't need to share my odd childhood.

I noticed his posture straightened as he continued to stare at me. It soon became too much and I stepped back. "Do you mind if I take a seat? It's been a long night," I said.