HeyItsJosh
His brown eyes start assessing my face, making me feel really uncomfortable. I mean, the guyβs really tall. He like looms over my short figure. Iβve never seen him so up close, itβs almost surreal. And, I say this in the most no-homoest way, but like, I see why the girlβs go so crazy for him. Heβs tall, obviously muscular, I mean nobody can miss the rippling muscles popping off his body, or his big ass broad shoulders. Heβs got an angular jaw, and his nose is slightly crooked. Probably from getting into too many fights; he is a bad boy, after all.
βSo, uh, thanks. For taking me here, I mean,β I say, feeling awkward. Ianβs just standing here, looking me up and down in the sort of way youβd look at a chick. Iβm getting freaked out.
Ian merely smirks, and nods. βNo problem.β
I turn, grabbing onto the doorknob. But, when his hand suddenly shots out and slams the door close as I pull it open, I freeze and get really scared.
See? See?! I knew it was too good to be true. Heβs about to beat my ass. Real smart, too smart. I have to give one to Ian. Play with his prey, make them think their gunna make it out alive, and then BOOM! Get their ass just when their hope rises.
I shouldβve known.
βSo...β Ian murmurs, his hot breath blowing against my ear. βYou do know, you hit my car, right?β
βUh...yeah, about that...Iβm really sorry. If thereβs any way that I can repayβ―β I turn around as Iβm speaking, but Ian cuts me off.
With his lips.