What Was Taken

2 | First Date

2 | First Date

I stood outside my house, waiting for Ray with my arms wrapped around myself. It was way too chilly to be standing out at night with air that was too cold for my bare legs. Wearing a dress, wasn't exactly my idea but after I called Paige, telling her that I was giving this date thing a try with Ray, she insisted I wear something nice. A dress to be exact.

And after finally accepting, I couldn't believe I was actually going to do this. But jokes on him, I was going to make his date night with me miserable. How, you may ask? I was going to make him think I actually wanted him. Which I do, but he didn't know that and he didn't need to find out. But either way, I was going to have a little fun with him.

When he arrived, he quickly got out of his car and made his way toward me, a huge grin on his face, my breathing getting impossible to get through.

"You look absolutely breathtaking in that dress, Sweetness. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were just playing hard to get when you actually wanted to go out with me."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not wearing this for you. Paige insisted I wear this...crap."

"That's a shame," He smiled. "You look pretty damn delicious in that 'crap.'"

I swallowed the lump in my throat. He did not just say that. Please tell me he did not just say that!

I looked away from his eyes. "Where we going?"

"My apartment."

My eyes quickly snapped back at him. "You're kidding—you're not." I took a deep breath in. "I thought I told you I wasn't going to have sex with you."

"And I told you I wasn't going to fuck you unless you wanted me to." His face was so emotionless, I wasn't sure if he was pissed because I thought he was finding a way to take advantage of me or if he was being serious with what he said. His stern expression should have said enough but he wasn't exactly easy to read.

"I made you uncomfortable, didn't I Sweetness?" He whispered, his forefinger and thumb going under my chin so he can get a good look at me. "I wasn't trying to do that."

I pulled back, not wanting to feel his skin on mine. His voice was enough to bare. "I'm fine."

His lips pressed each other in a straight line as his arms dropped to his side. "If you don't want to do this, you are more than welcome to just walk back into your house and forget this ever happened."

My mouth opened and closed, hesitation taking control when I really wanted to tell him I was really excited to do this. So when I took a deep breath in, I whispered, "I wouldn't mind giving this a try."

He smiled. "I'm glad to hear that."

"But if you touch me, I'll fucking kill you!"

"Whoa, Sweetness. There's no need to threaten."

I rolled my eyes and followed behind as he walked towards his car but I froze when he revealed something to me.

"Although, I don't see how I'll be able to not touch you, you're fucking beautiful."

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