Blood Donor
679 Words
An icy chill ran down my spin as I looked around and found nothing. Really, truly, nothing. What the hell man, I’m definitely losing my mind. The party noise drifted over the breeze and I wished my station was with in all the guests. I know for a fact that story is just that, a story. It’s totally a random thing that one of the girls I worked with just up and quit without getting her check. That’s like, totally normal, for sure.
Nodding my head I tired to delude myself that I was not freaking out. Brushing my hair out of my face I turned around to grab my water bottle and there was a man standing directly behind me. I screamed out in surprise, and I swear, I may have peed just a little. Don’t tell anyone.
He was staring at me intently, kinda like the way I look at a steak when I’m starving. His pink tongue pushed through his lips and slowly circled them along the edge. As it snaked back in his mouth, his lips lifted at the corner ever so slightly. Boring his eyes into mine he spoke.
“My what a tasty treat we have here. My dear, pray tell why are you out here all by your lonesome?”
Lifting his hand he lightly pushed my hair back out of my face whispering his fingers across my forehead. As hot bolts of electricity ran through my body, then started to gather in my abdomen. My body temperature was raising quickly as my legs softly rubbed together, and my lips parted letting out a small sigh.
It had been quite a while since I had been turned on so completely, let alone so quickly. Catching myself I shook my head to gather my thoughts.
“Sir are you here for the event? Did you need directions? Or did you have any questions?”
I low chuckle emanated from his chest. Taking a small step forward to where he was only inches from me. I tipped my chin upward to get a better look at this TDH man.
“My dear lady. I am not here for any event. I am here for dinner though. Do you have any information on where I can find something sweet and delicious.”
Leaning down his breath brushed my ear.
“How sweet do you taste?”
I stepped back trying to make space between us.
“How sweet do I taste? What do you mean? I’ve been working all day. I taste like salt. And I smell worse. I don’t know what you want buddy but you are popping my personal space bubble.”
Moving farther back I finally got a really good look at this guy. He was supper proper looking, all clean shaven and put together. He had dark black hair and a brooding presence. Something tickled my brain like i had seen this guy. I swear I had seen this guy somewhere before. He was trying to move towards me yet again and I matched him by moving back.
“My sweet sugar plum, why do you keep moving away from me?”
“Uhm, dude, I don’t know you so why don’t you can the sugar plum crap. I’m working, I’m not here for you to flirt with.”
Drawing my eyebrows together I frowned at him.
“Oh my sweet treat, don’t be angry with me. Trust me you will know me very well, very soon.”
His eyebrow arched high and that annoying little chuckle escaped his lips once more. Then recognition crashed into my brain. I knew where I had seen this guy. But no way that actor was super dead and that show was from the 60’s. Seriously what the f**k was going on.
“I know you! You are bar………”
Placing his fingers over my lips he laughed loudly and said.
“Dear I don’t go by that name anymore. Please call me Collin. It is a pleasure to meet you.”
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