Daring Fantasy

Chapter 3- Grind on Me

      After settling into London and starting school, Ronnie desperately needed a break. She wanted to get her old self back, before he came and ruined her, when she wasn't afraid to make mistakes and she was outspoken and fun. Her classes were going well, there were some attractive kids in her class, but with all the down-talk she was used to receiving there was no way she would approach them.

    After class on Friday, Ronnie stopped by work to get her paycheck. She was greeted by Mitch, flicking a bit of whip cream on her as she entered the employee- only section.

  "Mitch, quit!" she giggled, slapping his hand away playfully. 

"One condition" He said, holding the whip cream in his hand as a weapon.

  "Anything!" She laughed, slightly tensing up, she hated surprises.

"Come out with us tonight! It's Friday night ritual, me and J go to Roxy's and get drinks. Dance and stuff, it'll be fun come on pleasee! We've only seen perfect Ronnie, you have to let loose sometime!"

 Ronnie weighed out the pros and cons in her head, they were right, she had kept up her perfect girl persona with them, but that's the way she liked it to be. If people knew she wasn't perfect, they'd put her down, they'd act like him. Although, he was a whole ocean away, and even though he was ever present in nightmares, he wasn't here to hurt her, not anymore. She could go back to how she was, she could be happy again.

 She quickly grabbed the whip cream from Mitch, spraying him before running away, yelling over her shoulder "text me, I'll be expecting a ride!"

  As Ronnie texted Mitch directions to her apartment, she stepped into her heels. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't deny she looked good. Confidence had always been a problem for her, but tonight she just wanted to let go. She had a tight beige skirt on, reaching her mid thigh. She'd paired the skirt with a black zip-up tank top and a black leather jacket, matching her black strappy heels. Her hair was thrown in an updo, unruly but gorgeous as always. She was ready to get drunk and dance all night, and she smirked as the horn honked outside.

   J pulled Ronnie behind her, looking stunning in a blue tight dress, contrasting her jet back hair. Mitch followed Ronnie, wearing a purple vneck and black jeans, looking extremely attractive. Ronnie vaguely wondered how bad it would be for her to hookup with a co-worker.

   By the time and hour had passed, Ronnie and J were buzzed, giggling and swaying to the music. Mitch wasn't even close to being affected by the alcohol, and was laughing at them both as he pulled them on to the dance floor, yelling " Let's go Boston, time to shake your ass!"

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Harry walked into Roxy's and immediately scanned the dance floor. He sat at the bar downing shots, until he saw someone catch his eye. It was the coffee girl, and she looked damn good. She was there with her co-workers, J and Mike or something like that. She was giggling, and stumbling slightly as she moved her hips in a manor that had him gripping the bar table.

 Even though he knew she was afraid of him, she probably hated him, he was drawn to her. He finished his last shot and got up, making his way to her. He boldly took her hand and pulled her forward, making her chest press against his and spinning her around so she would grind into him. She didn't even look up, she just began swaying her hips again. He saw J and Mitch exchange a look and smirks, not bothering to tell Ronnie she was dancing with the bastard that made her cry only a week ago.

  Harry and Ronnie continued dancing, each song blending into one another as his hands explored her body, her gaining confidence as the alcohol showed it's effect, making her grind into his growing bulge before she turned to face him. He saw a look of confusion in her face, and for a second he thought she recognized him, but she was too tipsy to put a name to the face, and continued pressing into him.

  he was extremely turned on by her and couldn't help but wonder what got into this girl. Did his presence effect her so much that she merely acted submissive at the coffee shop, or was there something else about him that left her on edge? His mind was racing with thoughts, all about her, and he suddenly couldn't help himself. He grabbed her ass, gripping her through her beige skirt and nearly lifted her off the ground, pressing his lips to hers.

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Ronnie wasn't sure who the hell she was. She was thrilled with the way the night was going, she was drunk and having fun, dancing with a sexy guy that had approached her. He looked strangely familiar, but she was too distracted by his roaming hands to focus. She was growing bolder by the minute, and as he pressed his lips to hers, she opened her mouth willingly, letting him rub his tongue against her. He tasted of mint and scotch, and she felt dizzy at  the intensity of his lips. As soon as he pulled away and smirked, she had an uneasy feeling come over her. She definitely recognized him, and she didn't feel it was a good thing. She stumbled away shyly, scared at what she was doing and where she knew him from. Ronnie always trusted her instinct, and this wasn't a good sign.

  She walked back to J and Mitch, who had returned to the bar and let them know she was cutting the night short. They were slightly upset but bid her goodnight, saying they'd make her a hangover remedy at work tomorrow. She laughed easily as she distanced herself from the man on the dance floor, turning and catching his fierce gaze. Ronnie ducked her head and made her way into a cab.

Ronnie spent majority of the night tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable in bed while the room was spinning. Her thoughts strayed from her upset stomach to the man she was dancing with, and that amazing kiss, the feel of him behind her. She felt herself blush and pressed her legs together, shocked at how much he turned her on, and she didn't even know his name. She decided then that she would find him, and that he would be the catalyst to return her to normal. She wasn't going to let her past, and him, define her anymore, she was determined to change.

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As soon as Ronnie left, Harry made his way back home, stumbling out of his cab and up his stairs in his ridiculously large house. Before he went to sleep, he clumsily set his alarm for 9 am. Since he didn't work on Saturdays, he usually spent the day relaxing, or working out. Tomorrow, however, he was going to continue his routine and go get a coffee in the morning. He hoped she was working, because he had clearly underestimated her, thinking she was just a timid, frail Boston girl.He wasn't used to this feeling, a woman captivating him with just one dance, one kiss. Usually he would have dragged her home, had his way with her, and set her off in a cab. But he didn't, she left, and he let her leave. Harry groaned before shutting his light off, wondering what he was getting himself into.

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