Mesmerized...
That's the only way to describe the awe-struck feeling you get whenever he draws you near. The gentleness you want to push away from comes swirling back to you in a twirl of confusing emotions. You promised not to hurt him...at least...
You move around the room as his eyes follow you. You're aware that he's paying close attention and confused as to why the world shoves tricky coincidences into your lap at a moments notice.
You remember him. Of course you do.
You try not to side-eye him as you finish your duties. If you're being honest with yourself, you know you're purposely taking a bit longer than you should.
You take small glances at him, but every time it seems he's already got eyes on you, so it's hard! But, you want to know more about him. What is it he does in the music industry? Why is he here today, over all the hotels in the area, how did he happen to pick this one?
Times passing much too fast. You know you have to move on to your next assignment. You don't need to tarnish your reputation on your very first day of work.
You can leave without asking the question that's stuck in your mind. How will he take it? Will he think I'm full of myself, you think as you begin to get ready to leave.
No. You decide against asking him if he's followed you. It's crazy. You're nothing special and he-
Well, he looks to be mechanically made. Perfect posture, perfect face— whatever. You shake your head from going down that path. You don't need another man to rule over you and ruin your life. You're just trying to get back on your feet!
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"Join me for a drink?," the words quickly spill from my lips. The truth is I can't just let you walk out on me again. Not without some sort of banter to please my mind.
"I'd love to, and thanks for the offer, but I'm working..."
You aren't rude, I'll give you that. Maybe you're not the right fit for me. Maybe you're too innocent, too perfect, too pure.
I may be trying to fill my thrill here, and if you must know my thrill can be quite painful, but I can't stand the sting of rejection. Not right now, not this far overdue.
You're already at the door, collecting your cart, trying to hide away from my intense staring. I can sense that. I know it seems like I'm studying you, but that's because I am. I need to know more, or this has all been a great mistake...
"Tell me dear, how much money do you make here?," your head shoots back at me, you're eyes skeptical. I watch the pout of your plump pink lips before they part to answer.
"I beg your pardon? That's a little rude, don't you think?," Throwing your head back, you scoff.....
You dare scoff at me, little girl? I can make you throw your head back like that, but you'd have to loosen my grip to scoff through my hold...
"My apologies, darling," I stand from my seat, bending at the waist, bowing a bit forward to let you know I'm harmless... for now...
"I don't mean to come off rude, dear. It's just- well, when you left my office yesterday... you didn't even listen to the price.."
"I told you...," You seem impatient with me already. Not a good sign...you're halfway out the door.
"I was at the wrong job interview. Look- I'm really sorry, but I have more rooms to—."
"I'll pay you triple the price," You stop dead in your tracks, spinning round to me with a shocked look on that angelic face: mouth forming a circle, missing the gasp of ecstacy, brows furrowed in anger, lacking the pleasure of feeling me... I could get used to that look... I could give you all that you are missing...
