Dark Rider

"I carry for you, belle," he says. Note to self: find out what belle means.
"It's not that heavy. I'm fine." I roll my eyes at him.
"Yes, I know, but I carry for you," he successfully removes the bag from my hands and drapes it over his tall frame. "Shall we?," he motions for me to walk ahead of him. Once we reach the double doors he steps in front me and opens one for me.
"Oh, thank you. You're a gentleman after all huh?," I say sarcastically looking over my shoulder at him as he walks out of the cafeteria. As I turn back around to walk I feel the heat of his body at my back. He gently grips my arm from behind to stop my forward motion and leans down nearly brushing his lips on the shell of my ear as he speaks.
"Non, belle. I non a gentleman. In fact, I very, very bad," Larry says barely above a whisper. He leans in further and brushes his nose against the side of my neck and across my jawline. I shiver involuntarily and my eyes slide close as my body completely betrays me. I don't even realize he's moved until he speaks again. "Coming belle?," he says with a smirk........