Punished

Well then

I spent the next few hours paranoid, going over every moment of that run. I tried to picture the guys face, to burn it into memory in case I run into him again. My thoughts were also plagued of Marco. Why would he care about my safety? The big oof was still outside my door. I offered him a chair about an hour ago, knowing it would be refused but feeling guilty that he had to watch over the nobody. It must be some sort of sense of responsibility, since obviously it’s his fault someone Would be following me. I mean, I’m an ER nurse. I help people. I jumped as my phone dinged for the hundredth time. Marco again. This time I lingered on the message, “Miranda, please have dinner with me, you can ask me anything you want and I will answer if it doesn’t put you in danger. I understand I was not forthcoming with who I am, but something about you calls to me and I just can’t be without you. Please” I sent back a firm okay, but I need to know where we are going so I can dress appropriately. The last thing I need is to show up next to a s*x god/ crime boss looking like a chump. Who am I kidding? This is ridiculous, I am going to dinner to let him know that this cannot continue. I head to my bedroom to pick out the most stunning dress I have. I am going to need a bit of confidence for this conversation. After putting on my heals, I am standing in my mirror putting in my last earring when I hear a knock at the door. Thinking that it is just the oof coming to fetch me, I flung the door open and stopped dead in my tracks. Good god he was mesmerizing. Standing before me in an all black suit, fitting perfectly, with his jacket open revealing a light grey button shirt that set his eyes on fire. Just kill me now, is the only other thought that registered in my brain, the thin underwear I picked out now soaking wet from just a glance at this man. I am in deep s**t is my next thought as I glance up to see his reaction to my dress. I do not have confidence in much, but I feel it in this dress. Off the shoulder with a sweetheart neckline, the silk hugging me in just the right places, with a slit up to mid thigh. The raven color matching my hair, and making my blue eyes look like ice. The look of appreciation and utter lust in this man’s eyes melt me instantly. Goddamn Miranda, he says breathless and uses my lower back to pull me close to him. Our lips are within inches as I realize we have an audience and take a step back. Hello Marco, I say. Making an attempt at being coy. I give him my best sashay as I walk past him down the hallway. I feel his hand at my lower back as he leans in a little closer to whisper “I really hope you wore that for me to peel it off later”. I stop in my tracks to take hold of the situation while I still can. We have a lot to discuss before anything else will happen between us, and even then there is a slim chance, please understand this. My only answer is a slight raise to one side of his glorious mouth and a nod. As he places his hand again to my lower back to lead me outside he toys with the silk of my dress oh so close to my behind. Oh how easy it would be to give in to this, to just let go and enjoy the pleasure while it lasts. However, I know the pain that would come after just might break the only piece of myself I have left. Every relationship I have ever been in, I suffered abuse of some kind, like I’m a f*****g magnet for it. I refuse to do that again, and what I’m worried about the most is he doesn’t seem like a guy that gets told no often. Why would he even want me? Does he have some sort of hero complex or guilt trip? Anyway, we slide in to the back of one of his not so subtle black on black SUVs. Does he ever drive? Without knowing I asked this question out loud, he startled me when he answered. “Yes, Miranda I drive, I only do so for fun but unfortunately not often as my choice in business tends to cause the need for security.” Oh, I answer back, I didn’t mean to be rude, I wasn’t aware I asked that out loud. I give him a small smile, as I am suddenly a little sad and can’t quite figure out why. I do wish Cara would answer my texts. I hope Alex hasn’t hurt her. Lost in my thoughts, I watch as the city comes into view, always magnificent. I am ripped away from my thoughts as we come to a stop and Marco gently places his hand on my thigh, “we are here gorgeous”. I couldn’t stop my eye roll at his comment but I slowly slide out of the back and we are hit with flashes of cameras. What the f**k? I am quickly escorted into the upscale restaurant as I hear the reporters yelling “Marco, who is your date tonight?”. Huh? What is this? With so many questions going through my head I didn’t notice Cara already sitting at the table as we walk up. I am surprised by seeing her, and quickly tell her hello. She only smiles and nods in my direction. What the f**k Cara? I know that is what my face said as we sit down. Well this is going to be an interesting dinner.