Promise Me You'd Stay

"Babydoll, if you said what you told him to me, we'd be on a trip to Vegas and I'd rock your world!" He raised his eyebrows suggestively, breaking into a subtle dance move.

Chuckling, I shook my head in embarrassment. The nerve of this dude and we've only met for 10 minutes!

We talked about basically everything and I felt as if a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. It was definitely nice and if I'm not being crazy, I'd actually do this again. He seems like a decent guy.

"Oh crap! It's almost 11pm. I have to go!"I scrambled hurriedly, grabbing my clutch.
He slid down to the isle of the cafe and held out his hand,

"So, your place, or mine," Jacques said out cheekily.

I raised my brows in questioningly. The way he looked at me confirmed my suspicion.

He was just looking for an easy screw...

"Are you being serious?" I was beginning to get livid.

What? He just thinks that I'll soften up and slip into his bed after I split everything to him? He thinks I'm that easy?

"Babe, we all know what happens next."

Wow, this guy was really asking for it. I stood up slowly, smiled at him seductively. Grabbing his wrist, I pulled him towards me. I ignored the tingles that ran up my spine when he placed his hands on my waist. I stared into his eyes, intensely and leaned forward. At that moment, I knew he fell right into my trap. Steadily, I grabbed my cup of piping hot espresso.

SPLASH. I dumped my whole cup on his head. He pulled away from me and screamed in pain.

"What the hell!"

I smiled sweetly and kicked him where the sun don't shine. Not satisfied, I stepped on his feet with my 6-inch stilettos. Jacques yelled in extreme pain and groaned loudly. Once I was done with the damage, I left the cafe. But, definitely, not before strutting away, with a little sway of the hips.