Irene
She looked victoriously at the look of shock on his face.
When he cornered her she felt her hackles rise. As he came closer that was when she could scent it. The musky scent of s*x and the faint smell of alcohol were evident on him. Even with his poor attempt to hide it with the scent of soap it was evident.
She felt disgust run through her with a vindicated feeling of knowing that she was right all along. She was glad that she encouraged herself the last night. She was glad to have already rejected him.
She turned away from him and moved forward only to feel her wrist in a strong grip which pulled her back to meet his stormy grey eyes.
"How did you know?" he asked, not releasing his grip
She slightly tugged her hand to no avail "Let me go." she ordered him
He did not heed her
