Chapter 2: Intimidating
1300 Words
Lander
What a reckless twenty-year-old-something gal. Does she wish to die?
After I stepped down from my Lexus, I approached the lady. Judging by her sight alone, I can tell she had a bad day.
Her copper hair is a mess. She has beads of sweat gleaming on both her temples. The way she breathes is roughly unkempt. Also, there are several sugar cubes present on both corners of her lips.
Yes, I can observe all of it. Clear as daylight. Even if I still have my black aviator sunglass.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she said. Her tone is rushed.
I did not respond. I gave her my stern look while crossing my arms. I leaned on the left fender of my SUV.
Her eyes widened seeing my action. She also became stiff. She lost her capability to speak words. This resulted in several seconds of silence.
Until I clenched my jaws.
"I'm sorry, Sir," she repeated. This time, her tone is jolted.
I can tell that turmoil is what she's experiencing at the moment. After all, she asked me apology two times but hasn't yet received a response. Am I deaf in her mind's eye? Leave that one unanswered. What will happen next if I continue to become inhibited?
"I'm sorry, Sir," for the third time, that line again. But unlike the previous two, doubt is what can be noticed in her tone.
I continue to display my stern look.
From being pinned at her spot, the lady slowly stepped backward. First her left foot. Second her right foot. What she's doing? And so, before she turned around, my instinct told me to halt her. She's planning to run away. I am certain of that. I don't want to cut this encounter that way.
I can't just simply let her leave. I almost bumped her because of her recklessness. She deserves a word or two about it. Let her be intimidated.
"Where do you think you are going?" I asked.
From her current stance, the lady slowly faced me back. She corrected her posture. My sight went to her left hand.
I wonder what are those papers she's holding? Why a sheet is worth risking her life?
"Ahm, I will leave, Sir."
I clenched my jaws again. She became conscious. I asked, "And who told you to do that?"
She answered hesitantly, "Me?"
"Just you?"
When she understood that this conversation will not go anywhere straight-- not unless she settled what needs to be settled-- she composed herself. She pulled a deep breath. She spoke determined, "I just thought that'll be the best thing to do. Sir, I'm really, really sorry. What happened here is just out of everyone's control. Now, if you're fine with my apology, can I leave?"
From leaning on my Lexus, I straighten my stand. I am still crossing my arms.
I answered, "No, you can't leave."
Immediately her mouth hung open. That is aside from the wonder that instantly embraced her haggard look.
"What did you say? I already apologized. What do you want?"
Now, she sounded irritated.
I started walking towards her. The troubled lady became alarmed with my action.
One wrong move for me and you might run away, eh?
I spoke, "You asked me if you can leave. My answer is no. No, you can't leave. You already apologized, I heard it. What I wanted? Well, something that is worth my spent time here. Did you get it?"
Now my distance to her is close. So close that I can smell her breath. And also, I get an explanation of why she has sugar cubes on both corners of her lips. Ensaymada.
"D-don't t-tell me y-you want..."
I arched my right eyebrow listening to her. Why she became stuttered all of a sudden?
"Spit it!" I commanded. I hate it when someone is hanging me.
Why can't she say it directly?
"Y-you want s-s*x," she revealed.
I froze with what I heard. I looked at her up and down. I assessed myself with what she said.
Sex. Do I want s*x with her? But she is just a typical lady. No, much lower than a typical lady. A typical lady knows how to take care of herself. Dress, hair, and make-up. That is unlike this reckless lady that I am spending my precious time with. Even with her belongings, she could not take care of those properly. The papers she is holding, several of them have folds. I even saw a sheet that is flying away from her. Perhaps it doesn't like her anymore.
Is she out of her mind? What made her think I want s*x with her?
Disgusting!
From my serious look, I started laughing. The sarcastic way, of course. That lasted more than ten seconds. And when I think I struck her a realization, I stopped it. I returned to my typical approach. Back to being stern.
I said while leveling our heads, "If I want s*x, Lady, I don't want to do it with you."
Her alarmed countenance immediately subsided. From me, she channeled her sight to the ground. I can tell that she went embarrassed by her presumptuous thinking.
With an apologetic tone she spoke, "I'm sorry again, Sir. I just don't get what you meant."
I heaved a deep sigh in conformance to what she said. Even though I still want to make fool of her, I don't want to be insensitive to the extent she will cry. I am not accustomed to babysitting things, to begin with.
"Okay, apology accepted." From looking down, the lady brought back her stare to me. Her eyes are watering.
Goodness, I haven't made her cry. Just almost.
She responded, "Thank you."
Thank you for what? Thank you for saying I will not s*x with her?
Fine, you're welcome!
But of course, I did not articulate that. This is what came out of me: "But I haven't yet forgiven your recklessness in the road, Lady. What if I was a second short in braking? That one second alone is enough to decide for your life. I suppose you had a family or someone special that relies on you. Have you imagined what if something bad happened to you? What will happen to them?"
She gave me a saddened look. She responded, "I can't afford something bad will happen to me, Sir. My family deeply relies on me. "
"Oh, you see?" I said while smirking. "Think twice before you do something reckless."
From looking at her, I channeled my sight to her left hand. I asked, "By the way, what are those papers you're holding. Why a sheet is worth risking your life?"
"Ahm..." she said. She seemed like thinking. But I know that she’s just luring me.
Even though I am wearing an aviator sunglass and secretly looking at her face, I am much focused on observing my peripheral. I saw how she hide the papers at her back.
She then answered, "This is nothing, sir."
I clenched my jaws. Liar!
"I think, I will now go, Sir. Once again, I'm sorry for all the bad things I've caused you. Hopefully, you have forgiven me."
Well, I think this is also over. Nonsense encounter.
I heaved a deep sigh. I replied sternly, "Suit yourself."
From where I stood, I watched the lady walked away. Until she disappeared because she ran.
What a pain in the ass. I hope I will not see her again.
I went inside my Lexus. I bring the engine back to life. I sped away and went to the nearest tavern. This is my routine every day when my office hours ended. Visit a bar and look for a virgin lady. A virgin lady that'll take care of my need to release.
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