Can I Kill You? (COMPLETED)

Just Tell Me

A stroke of wind soaked my face, followed by a wisp of vanilla scent and peppermint.

Goosebumps ran down my body.

Everything felt surreal.

Was I hearing it right?

Did he just call me beautiful?

Him, out of all the people?

Him, after everything he has done?

I blinked. His eyes had those same splashes of honey I had seen before. The angles were as sharp as a sculpted face.

Jeez.

What is this man doing to me?

But most importantly, why am I letting him?

Our eyes remained on each other a little longer than they should have before his hand left my chin in a drop. Something came over him. His eyes were no longer warm.

I turned, leaving the bathroom in a rush. My whole body became weak.

Thud!

He closed the bathroom door shut.

Rubbing my arms, I went back to my wardrobe, looking for something sexy to wear underneath.

Jesus, what have I gotten myself into!?

From an LA officer to a detective, then an amateur cook, and now possibly a stripper!?

I swear this Donnor will be the death of me!

"Ugh....."

I muttered under my breath, going through all the clothes Watt had gotten for me.

I buried my head underneath the layers of hanging underwear, my nose brushing through in a realization.

I had no idea which club we were going to or what dress code they follow.

I glanced at the shut bathroom door, rolling my eyes.

I grabbed the stockings, the same I had worn before in the kitchen. There were a bunch of flashy bikinis lying beside it. I picked one of them, holding it in front of my eyes.

It wasn't a small bikini, but not large either. It was enough to fit my breasts perfectly. My fingers went through the strap, the blood-red color making me snarl.

What did I get myself into!?

Next, I picked up what should be a small, black, skin-tight clubwear dress with fishnet on the sides and a zipper behind.

I held it close to my chest, grabbing a good old six-inch black heels from the bottom.

"Jeez...Watt had already seen this coming... didn't he..."

I stood outside the bathroom door, clutching my stripper dress.

"Donno--"

"They are in here?"

"Yes!"

"Open the door then! And stop shouting!"

I stood frozen, my eyes glaring at the door.

I knocked on the bathroom door in a rush, my chest tightening.

"Shhh...are you listening..someone suspects us..."

Drip

Drip

Drip

But all I could hear was the sound of droplets hitting the floor.