Dealings With The Devil

Chapter Five: Harmless Flirting

I woke up to sun seeping through my window. I groaned, flipping onto my stomach. I was off today for work, so I had no clue what I was going to do. I slipped out of bed, looking out the window. The sun was just rising. I always woke up at this time, and I was such a morning person.

I walked past my mirror, not looking into it. I grabbed my brush, gently brushing my hair. I knew I looked like a mess, but that's the glory of living alone. No one could see it. I walked out of my room, heading to the kitchen. I pulled a jug of milk out from the fridge, pouring it into my cup. Taking a sip, I made my way to the living room.

I lived in a fairly large apartment, the couches a light grey. I sat down, flipping on the Tv. I went to Netflix, clicking on Riverdale. About halfway through the show, I was yelling at the Tv. "Archie I swear you little piece of-" The door to my apartment opened, and I dove down behind the couch.

Bags were set on the counter, footsteps walking around the kitchen. I pulled the small gun I had in my sock out. Standing, I pointed it to the person. A dark head of hair was facing me, and I sighed. "Morning Ashlyn." I rolled my eyes. "Bastard." I replied.

He let out a laugh, turned to me. "You love me." My lips turned into a frown. "Like a tooth ache." He gave me a wink, his eyes scanning my body. I had forgotten I was only in my white silk tank top and black panties. Lucas licked is bottom lip. "I'm sure hungry for something."

I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Careful. I won't hesitate to knock that frying pan on that little head of yours."

He rolled his eyes, then tugged off his black shirt. His stomach was rippled holding a firm six pack. He had a tone chest that looked like it was carved out of marble, a slight tan to his rather light complexion. His arms were strong and muscular, sending any girl weak to their knees.

Every girl but this one.

"Put on your shirt." I commanded. He smirked. "If you can be half naked, so can I." I rolled my eyes. "I'm different. It's my pajamas." Lucas moved to me, his face inches away from me. I stubbornly stayed where I was. No way was I letting him spook me. "Same thing. This is what I sleep in."

His eyes caught a gleam. "Well, almost what I sleep in." I scrunched up my nose. "Ew. TMI." He came closer, his warm breath on my face. I inhaled, a mixture of minty freshness and peppermint. "I know you like this." I narrowed my eyes. "Like what?"

His eyes shadowed, his smirk turning into a hungry one. "How close I am to you. How my eyes roam your body..." He leaned in, his teeth nipping my earlobe. "How much I.Drive.You.Crazy." His lips kissed the skin behind my ear, and I felt sure my eyes grew.

In a quick motion, I picked up the coaster that laid on the side table next to the couch. I came down with it hard, straight on Lucas' skull. A yelp sounded, and I ran to the kitchen. Picking up the frying pan, I held it at attention. "I will hit you, Eugene." I half joked, half meant. Lucas rubbed his head.

"No need, Rapunzel. You did enough with that coaster."

I smiled. "Good."

He turned away. Suddenly, he lunged, grabbing the pan and ripping it from my grasp. "Hey!" I yelled. He threw it across the room, a devilish smile on his face. "Run." I bolted, running down the hall. I heard footsteps follow, giggles exploding from my mouth.

Running into my room, I went to shut the door when he jammed his arm in. I erupted into giggles once more as Lucas came closer. "That wasn't nice, Malaika. I now have a knot on my head." I covered my mouth with my hand. "You deserved it." It came out muffled, but still a bit clear.