Black Temptation

Chapter 11

I make note that every window and door is locked after I get out of the shower. Surprisingly, there weren't any anticipated attempts on my body during my watered down escapade.

The arms of my towel loosen as I creep closer to my closet. I pull them into a tight knot, evaporating the risk of having my backside on full display to my underdressed windows. Silver paneling escorts my eyes as they peer into the sea of converses and jean jackets.

Um no. 

Nah!

Why did I buy this?

Toot! Toot! All aboard the hot mess express.

There is nothing to wear. He's going to think--I stop fondling with the clothes,

"Stop puting so much thought into this."

This was a simple lunch...meeting that would last 30 minutes and then I'd be home eating my toffee bars like I intended so many internal "fuck you's" ago.

You know you--

No shut up!

I scream to my subconscious. I am definitely not trying to impress him. That would be the last thing, if a thing, on my list of "To-Do's" for him. God, this sounds like such a chick flick.

My hands stroke the hangers, huffing at my failed attempts to suit my current situation. I look over to see a dress hanging lifeless in a basket with newly washed clothes.

It is a blue and pink, halter maxi dress that pinched at the waist and flows outwards. Its obvious bland appearance being prominent without the flower couple on the lower half. It is spacious enough and looks more than adequate when needed cover my imperfections.

The sun's shine prove it to be immensely ablaze so I skip on finding a jacket to go with it and tread back into the bathroom.

*

When I remove myself from the lavatory, chocolate curls streak down the sides of my arms while a vibrant reddish-pink color drapes over my lips like silk. My eyelashes blink, beating the mascara on each other as the eyeliner hangs lower in refuge. Ok, I know these descriptions are boring. But hey, this is my first time getting dressed up in a long time...let me have this. 

I wink at myself as I pass a lone mirror. Pink sandals await my grasp but fall disappointed when I halt as I hear a group of footsteps.

"Don't you dare come in here." I growl.

"Oh, you know my footsteps. Cute." Harry speaks in a familiar deep tone.

The steps' volume grows closer to my ear and I back away near my lamp. My body freezes up against the dark wood of the bed dresser.

"I swear Harry, touch that door knob and I am not coming out!"

It stops and I sigh a breath of relief even though I can still smell him through the door. Suddenly my throat tenses to the thought of the intimidating stance he toke against me at the bakery and reach to grab some pepper spray.

"Well, hurry up. There is another waiting on you."

I stop searching for it. He didn't beat down my door like I expected. Except, his keys jumbled in his pockets as he descended down my steps.

Oh no fun!

Please, shut up.

I sit, revealing the shoes to my feet and slide them on. The tightness of my stomach still not aiding to any act I endeavor to make. I stick to the sheets like it is my last meal, burying my head within my hands. Why couldn't I just get up? Why couldn't I face him?

I hardly know this guy who shows up in my house and steals my time to take me out for the toffee bars he obviously owes me so many internal "fuck you's" worth. He could be downstairs catching a fight with my TV or tearing up my pictures. The same unsettling feeling returns to my gut. He's a mystery that I have yet to solve. And it scares me that I like being this oblivious.

A sharp intake of breath stretches my eyes lids away from each other. I finally  release my bottom off the covers and retrieve my purse. 

I head towards the door but not before bathing myself in a new perfume. A crisp lilac and black vanilla. It smells amazing and-

"I'M HUNNNNGRRYYY!"

Face annoyed, I stop sniffing the air and return downstaris.  

***

I descend with the intention of avoiding his stare and heading out towards his car but stop as he turns to face me while standing near the door. He moves the picture behind him as if he's ashamed he was looking at it. His gaze falls properly on my face this time, lightening a bit as he smiles.

"You look lovely." He compliments.

"We aim to please." I smirk. For a moment, I feel like the seductress.

Slender eyes blessed with black eyelashes wouldn't stray away from mine. My subconscious blushes while her counter part pretends to shoot herself in the head.

"Can we go?" I ask attempting to change his focus to why I am down here instead of how I came.

"Uh, yes." He removes the captured picture and opens the door. I slowly walk down and enter my correct prediction.

It is humid fire. I feel like a burnt fish stick and ultimately wait for Harry to LOCK and close my door before removing myself from the shade. I look at him and he, as he enters the eye of summer, understands my stare and swiftly starts his car by pushing a button on his key which starts the AC. Harry's hand grips open the door and I hurriedly rush onto the cool leather seat, taken back my his chivalry.

I scramble through my purse to make sure I have my phone and come upon the papers I looked at almost forever ago.

He hops in not too long after me and startles my hand into pushing the white down deep into my clutch. His eyes dare to look at mine as I try to not look so suspicious. Yet, he laughs my attempts.

He's laughing? Ugh, this man is so confusing! You try and seduce me, insult me, save me, you trespass and then open my door. Now you laugh at me... Whats next?

I shut my eyes as Peter's comments yell within me.

This man did something...despicable. Killed herself. Impregnated. He does not deserve to see another sun.

What is next? Who am I sitting next to?

Was he this evil Harry, or this dangerous Harry, or this compassionate Harry or all of the above? He uplifts, his hand slapping the head of my chair as he backs out of my driveway. 

I don't know..but I intend on finding out.