Open Invitation

CHAPTER 1

I could hardly believe my luck. Here I am in bed with the hottest brunette I've ever laid my eyes on and after a few hours of intense action I'm laying back enjoying the plush bed that she had lured me to.

And as I got comfortable, my partner did likewise with her back against the headboard, puffing on a cigarette the whole while. Whereas I was reclined on a plush pillow with my head resting forward. I was just about to engage my lady friend in conversation when a noise outside the door stops me.

I could not place the noise, but none the less continue to strain my brain looking for a plausible explanation. I turn to my companion for an answer, but she's still sitting in the same position staring off into space, seemingly oblivious to the racket I alone seemed to be privy to. The door opens not long afterward and in walks a well dressed man. I freeze.

"This is bad!" I think to myself and feel the need to jump from the bed and out the nearest window, but I'm held back from this action by fear.

"Did you enjoy yourself my dear?" the man asks very nonchalantly, as he looks to the woman reclining on the bed.

"I believe I did," is her curt and simple response.

A nervous sweat breaks out all over my body and I look at the floor where my clothes are scattered. There's no way I can gather them all up and make a break for it.

"Pants!" I think to myself. "That's all I need." I soon find them in the scattered clothes and keep them in sight.

The man seems to ignore the uncomfortable scene as he turns away from us and walks across the room to a tall dresser, before pulling open the doors. I'm about to make my move when I notice a glare from the man's direction. It comes from a mirror that's bolted on one of the doors, which the man uses to help him unbutton the dress coat he's wearing while he pulls at his tie, till it hangs loose around his neck.

"Well, aren't you going to introduce him?" the man suddenly speaks, interrupting yet another of my attempts to leave the place.

A mischievous smile spreads across the woman's face and she shakes her head. A gesture I just catch sight of in the mirror, but ignore all the same. I continue to stare at the guy disrobing in front of me as he removes his dress coat and lays it on the top of a nearby chair, to which he adds the tie as well. I'm watching him closely preparing myself for the moment when he turns and tears me apart.

"Oh, having another one of your games are you?" the man continues as if he had never stopped speaking. "You do so love your little games." He unfastens his cufflinks before turning around and confronting me directly. This is it. My blood runs cold and I brace myself for anything.

"How do you do? My name is Alex Whitley," he introduces himself, as he extends his hand to me.

Fearing the worst I swallowed hard and take up his hand without further delay. "Max," I choke out.