THE ENGAGEMENT.

PLEASURE AND BUSINESS.

ELEANOR...

Bang bang, that was my head throbbing when I woke up. I couldn't recognize my surrounding. I sat up from the comfortable couch I was sleeping on. After taking in the strange environment I was in, I remembered I was at Roman's place. I thought I got my purse and went home last night. Oh Eleanor, I thought to myself.

"Good afternoon," Roman greeted me immediately he walked into the living room.

"Afternoon?" I asked. I couldn't have slept that long.

"Yeah its midday," he responded.

"Oh shit, why do I feel like its seven in the morning,"

"That's cause maybe you had a long last night," he replied and yesterdays events flooded my mind.

"I need to go to my place," I told Roman as I tried to rise from the couch.

"No,"

"Huh?"

"You can't leave my place looking like that," he responded smiling at me.

Oh shit I thought to myself. I dont look really pretty when I wake up. I usually look miserable and confused when I wake from sleep. Is that how I looked right now or even worse? I was feeling uncomfortable and awkward.

"Take a shower first then you can go home. I have your purse which I will give you back after you take a shower," he blackmailed me.

"I don't even have what to change in to," I grumbled.

"I put some clothes for you in the bathroom,"

"I can't leave this apartment wearing your clothes," was he crazy to even think I would.

"The shirt is mine but the jeans are my sister's,"

"I hope they fit,"

"I hope so too. With those curves you have. But make sure they fit or else you would have to borrow my sweat pants," and he smirked.

"Point me in the direction of your bathroom,"

"The wide door inside my bedroom,"

I walked away from the living room in to his bedroom and scanned around for a wide door. His room smelt like lilies and was well organized except for the unlain bed. I wondered how many women had woken up in it. I resisted the urge to snoop around and headed for the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, was a note on the sink.
'For you,' the sticky note read. Next to it was a new tiny travel kit with a tooth brush in it plus deodorant, shower gel and hair shampoo. How sweet I thought to myself. I was expecting to rinse my mouth with mouthwash and use men's shower gel. I then looked around for the clothes he had offered me. They were neatly folded ontop on the closed toilet seat. First was a large  Riverdale print white shirt then a pair of small jeans and he was right there was no way in earth they would fit me. I undressed myself and stepped in the shower first then after I brushed my teeth. I wore the same bra and pulled the big shirt over my head. It was long up to just above my knees, being short.

I walked out of the bathroom in only the shirt to go ask Roman to borrow me the sweatpants since the jeans failed to fit me. When I entered the bedroom, Roman was there laying his bed.

"I am sorry, I remembered I hadn't layed my bed and that's not a good impression to make," he spoke standing scanning my body first then fisting his eyes on mine.

A fire I had never felt before coursed through my body like lightning under his lustful stare.

"The jeans didn't fit. I guess I need those sweats," I finally found the words in the mess that was my mind.