to help. Do you have any idea who it could have been?” I ask turning away from her feeling exceptionally guilty, so looking in her eyes could be a dead giveaway.
She exhales and takes up a seat on the white lounge suite. I walk in following her, the room is small but pristine, and I don’t want to touch anything in case I put dirt or grease on the immaculate white furniture.
“Well, honestly, I thought it was you. But I guess you wouldn’t be so weird as to snoop in the bushes outside a woman’s house taking pictures of her… would you?”
I laugh awkwardly shaking my head and shifting my weight from foot to foot. “What? Me? No! Not my style to be a stalker. That’s creepy.”
She tries to hide her smile and nods. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So thank you for saving me from the real stalker. You’re my hero… again.”
She crosses her leg over the other and her robe falls slightly revealing some of her thigh. I inadvertently lick my lips as my blood starts to pump faster. I don’t know why this innocent little angel has such an effect on me.
“So would you like something to drink? Or eat? It’s the least I can do for you.”
I huff folding my arms over my chest not knowing what else to do, as I stand in her living room feeling completely out of place. She giggles and stands up sauntering over to me. Her red tendrils falling over her shoulders softly making me want to run my fingers through it.
“So biker boy? Beverage?”
I shake my head and she laughs. “You can relax you know. Geez, you’re tenser than a wrestler on steroids. You can actually sit down you know?” I exhale and look at the whiteness of the lounge and the dirt on my jeans.
“I’m not exactly white lounge material.”
She looks down at my jeans and smirks. “Sorry princess, I’ll get a towel for you.” She turns and walks through the small archway out of the room leaving me completely alone in the room. I inhale smelling the flowery scents of her home and it reminds me of her. Smiling as I look at the pictures on the wall—sophisticated paintings—and it reminds me of how totally opposite we actually are.
She steps back in with a dark blue towel and she strides past without looking at me and places the towel over the back of the lounge cascading it down over the cushion, so no matter how I sit no dirt will get on her lounge. “There, my dirty biker boy won’t mess up my lounge. Now sit, you’re making me feel uncomfortable with your standing like a statue.”
I chuckle and move over to the lounge sitting down and throwing my phone on the coffee table in front of me. Willow moves in and sits next to me, and I wish her robe would open up again so I could sneak a peek at her naked legs just once more.
“Squuueee.” A loud squeal echoes from the hall making me jump slightly. I sit up looking back to see a rodent of some kind racing through the lounge room at full speed, and running under my feet and toward Willow.
“What the fuck!” I jump up as Willow giggles and my heart starts to race. That’s the biggest rat I’ve ever seen, and the loudest too. I look around the bottom of the lounge and it lunges toward me again. I pull out Wesley and aim it at the rodent, but Willow screams and lunges at me. “Nooo,” she yells at the top of her lungs. I stop as the rodent halts its Speedy Gonzales routine and sits down in front of me.
“Stop Steel, don’t hurt her!” she says grabbing my hands and looking into my eyes.
My heart is racing. I hate fucking rats, and for a rat this thing is huge. I look at Willow furrowing my eyebrows and shaking my head putting my knife back in my pants.
“Um… no offense Willow, but you have one heck of a rodent problem.”
She throws her head back and laughs a full on belly laugh. Her tits jiggle up and down with her laughter, and I try my damndest to keep my mind on the situation at hand.
Big. Damn. Huge. Rat!
“Oh my God, Steel, you’re hilarious. She’s not a rodent,
She exhales and takes up a seat on the white lounge suite. I walk in following her, the room is small but pristine, and I don’t want to touch anything in case I put dirt or grease on the immaculate white furniture.
“Well, honestly, I thought it was you. But I guess you wouldn’t be so weird as to snoop in the bushes outside a woman’s house taking pictures of her… would you?”
I laugh awkwardly shaking my head and shifting my weight from foot to foot. “What? Me? No! Not my style to be a stalker. That’s creepy.”
She tries to hide her smile and nods. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. So thank you for saving me from the real stalker. You’re my hero… again.”
She crosses her leg over the other and her robe falls slightly revealing some of her thigh. I inadvertently lick my lips as my blood starts to pump faster. I don’t know why this innocent little angel has such an effect on me.
“So would you like something to drink? Or eat? It’s the least I can do for you.”
I huff folding my arms over my chest not knowing what else to do, as I stand in her living room feeling completely out of place. She giggles and stands up sauntering over to me. Her red tendrils falling over her shoulders softly making me want to run my fingers through it.
“So biker boy? Beverage?”
I shake my head and she laughs. “You can relax you know. Geez, you’re tenser than a wrestler on steroids. You can actually sit down you know?” I exhale and look at the whiteness of the lounge and the dirt on my jeans.
“I’m not exactly white lounge material.”
She looks down at my jeans and smirks. “Sorry princess, I’ll get a towel for you.” She turns and walks through the small archway out of the room leaving me completely alone in the room. I inhale smelling the flowery scents of her home and it reminds me of her. Smiling as I look at the pictures on the wall—sophisticated paintings—and it reminds me of how totally opposite we actually are.
She steps back in with a dark blue towel and she strides past without looking at me and places the towel over the back of the lounge cascading it down over the cushion, so no matter how I sit no dirt will get on her lounge. “There, my dirty biker boy won’t mess up my lounge. Now sit, you’re making me feel uncomfortable with your standing like a statue.”
I chuckle and move over to the lounge sitting down and throwing my phone on the coffee table in front of me. Willow moves in and sits next to me, and I wish her robe would open up again so I could sneak a peek at her naked legs just once more.
“Squuueee.” A loud squeal echoes from the hall making me jump slightly. I sit up looking back to see a rodent of some kind racing through the lounge room at full speed, and running under my feet and toward Willow.
“What the fuck!” I jump up as Willow giggles and my heart starts to race. That’s the biggest rat I’ve ever seen, and the loudest too. I look around the bottom of the lounge and it lunges toward me again. I pull out Wesley and aim it at the rodent, but Willow screams and lunges at me. “Nooo,” she yells at the top of her lungs. I stop as the rodent halts its Speedy Gonzales routine and sits down in front of me.
“Stop Steel, don’t hurt her!” she says grabbing my hands and looking into my eyes.
My heart is racing. I hate fucking rats, and for a rat this thing is huge. I look at Willow furrowing my eyebrows and shaking my head putting my knife back in my pants.
“Um… no offense Willow, but you have one heck of a rodent problem.”
She throws her head back and laughs a full on belly laugh. Her tits jiggle up and down with her laughter, and I try my damndest to keep my mind on the situation at hand.
Big. Damn. Huge. Rat!
“Oh my God, Steel, you’re hilarious. She’s not a rodent,
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