He was smiling at me. What the f**k is funny?! Then his million dollar laugh erupted inside the cramped elevator. He brushed the hair back from my face. “Oh Darling, you are just too sweet.” He mocked me. I felt rage sweep over me. Sweet? I’m f*****g ‘sweet’?! He continued to chuckle low in his chest.
“Yes Darling, oh so sweet.” He bent down and let his lips gently brush mine, then he stepped back, facing the elevator doors just in time for them to open.
He stepped out into the parking garage and offered me his arm to take. Now who’s the one playing games?? His smile gleamed, he really was truly remarkable. Every one of his features looked flawlessly carved, and to watch him walk was almost a stride. It was like a forceful, powerful, glide from one place to another. Power actually se
