Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 2

"Miss Smith?" I turned to face the man that had called my name.

His powerful figure and strong frame suddenly made my heart lurch in a mind-spinning shock of response. He was tall, well over six feet. The night wind howled around his chestnut brown hair blowing against his face. He had perfectly carved cheekbones and lush curling eyelashes. His skin had a smooth olive tone that my fingers itch to reach out and touch it.

I let my eyes travelled downward to his expensive steel grey suit. He wore a sleek platinum watch on one wrist, just above his white shirt cuff.

He studied me with icy gold grey eyes, "Are you Tiffany Smith?" he asked. His voice was cool and deep, and just hearing it brought a rash of goosebumps up under my skin.

"Are you?" he repeated.

With a jolt, I dragged myself back to reality. What was I doing, standing here like I'm an idiot staring at a stranger?

Oh, yes. He called my name, and I got distracted by his beauty.

"Yes..."

He took a few steps closer to me and placed his one of hands on my shoulder and the other held onto my wrist.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked as I tried to pull my wrist from his grip.

He removed his hand from my shoulder and grabbed my arms and was gripping it in a tight hold.

"Please come with me."

I frowned up at him and tugged my hands "Come with you. Are you crazy? I have no idea who you are."

"I'll ask again nicely. Get in the car." he pointed to the long black limousine with darkened windows that was parked across the street.

"I don't know who you think you are, but I'm not going in that vehicle." I tried pulling my hands again, but his hold was too tight. "Let me go," I shouted, looking up at his handsome face.

"Don't make a scene, Miss Smith."

My eyes widen. "Make a scene! You're the one harassing me. Let go of me!" I tried pulling again, but it made no difference. He was too strong for me.

"I tried the nice way, and it didn't work. Remember, you asked for this." I frowned at him as he pulled me closer to him and grabbed my waist, lifting me up over his shoulder.

I gasped. "Let go of me." I tried kicking my feet, but he was holding my thighs tightly. "You can't kidnap me. We're on a crowded street!"

He chuckled, "LIke that never stopped anyone." With me over his shoulder, he crossed the street. I couldn't see anything except his butt in my face. It was a nice butt.

"Put me down! Let me go!" I stopped struggling but only because I ran out of energy.

He lifted me off his shoulder and quickly placed me in the vehicle. He entered beside me, closing the door behind him. I moved over to the other door and frantically pulled the door handle.

It was locked.

Of course, it was!

I slowly started to panic as a chauffer entered the vehicle, and the car started. I looked at the man beside me, who was watching me with an intense gaze.

The way he was watching me aggravated my feeling of discomfort, making me feel uncomfortable. "Stop this car at once! Stop it!"

He made no response; instead, he took out his cellphone and started typing something. I reached out and grab the phone out of his hands quickly. I tried to send an open up the messaging app, but he grabbed the phone out of my hands before I even got the chance to.