Virgin Exotica

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Trapped

Running just wasn’t my thing. I was usually the type of person who didn’t even do house chores unless my mom paid me for it. But thankfully, both my parents left early every morning and came back late at night seven days a week. Reason? They owned the only department store in this town, which openedat 8am and closed around 10pm. I also had an elder sister 8 years my senior. Evelyn, Eva for short, was a medical intern at City Life Hospital, but she, too, mostly had day shifts and came home late like my parents. So in short, I had all the time in the world to laze around.

But the instant Mr. Sexy Sadist let me out of that classroom, I’d forgotten that I still had two periods left in school and ran back home like my ass was covered with gasoline with Prometheus running after me with his stolen torch.

I had to call the school later on to inform them that I was suffering from a sudden cramp and described in detail how the menstrual pain worked so that the Principal’s secretary would get grossed out and tell me to stay home for the rest of the week. But that could wait till I was home safe and far, far away from that perverted, sadistic, sexy… ugh!

Seriously! That guy was trying to get into my pants and the only thing I kept repeating in my mind was how sexy he was!

Darling there's no shame in admiring a very fine piece of art.

I growled. Even my conscience was siding with my enemy.

Since when do you have wet dreams about your enemies?

Grrrr!

I slowed down when my two-story house with its huge lawn came into view. By then I was completely exhausted with my tongue hanging out like a starving, rabid street dog and ready to collapse any minute.

I looked around once to see that the coast was clear and let out a sigh of relief...just as a car honked behind me. I looked down at my feet. Nope, still standing on the sidewalk. Then why the hell was the car honking on a clear road?

I turned around slowly, and just like in horror movies, my worst nightmare was right there, head poking out of the window of a sleek black car, hands pressing the horn and that signature smirk in place.

At least it wasn’t a psycho with a butcher’s knife.

“What the hell do you want?” I yelled at him throwing my hands up in the air, frustrated. “And why on God’s green Earth are you following me!”

His grin widened as he got out of his car. I was no car specialist so I couldn’t tell you what it was. I could hardly distinguish between a bike and a bicycle! “First, I already told you what I want,” he did that creepy head-to-toe look, emphasizing his point. “And second, I live exactly two blocks away from your house.”

Creepy Sadist livedclose to me? No wonder he saw plenty of me. At least he didn’t know about my library visits to the erotic section. Or did he?

“Keep pouting like that, and I just might be tempted into giving you a nightly visit,” he said.

Was I pouting? Anyway, major problem here, let’s solve that first. “You have anything to say or did you follow me all the way home just to get a nice view of my butt?”

“Giving me ideas, are you?” He arched an eyebrow. “As I told you, I live here…”

“School isn’t over yet!” I snapped.

“But my classes are for today.” When I gave him a suspicious look, he continued, “I’m a trainee teacher, just out of college, so I don’t have classes all day. So then, your place or mine?”

My jaw hit the pavement… and then I exploded.

“What! Do I look like a cheap slut that you can just pick up from the sidewalk! My parents are respectable people and I come from a respectable family and this is a respectable neighborhood—”

“And that respectable neighborhood is going to hound you down if they see you talking to me on a roadside, and a car waiting around the corner.”

Damn him and his logical brain! But I couldn’t go to his house either, since it would look even sluttier. The only way out was to take him home which was completely devoid of people. I sighed audibly. “Fine, let's go to my house. But no monkey business!” I snapped before turning and heading to my house with him following soundlessly behind me. But I was pretty sure the neighbors were looking out of their windows by now, thanks to all the honking.

I unlocked the door and stepped in, dropped my bag pack on a nearby couch and headed for the kitchen but his voice stopped me midway.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” he asked from doorway, hands tucked in the pocket of his jeans.

“Seriously? What are you, a freaking vampire that needs my permission to come in?” I said, crossing my arms across my chest.

“Just being polite,” he muttered under his breath as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He then went straight to the couch and plopped down onto it.

“Sure, make yourself at home.” I said sarcastically as I went into the kitchen and took out some frozen pasta carbonara from the fridge and popped it into the microwave. I didn’t have any lunch today, so why not? And Eva was a far better cook than mom.

“Well then,” his voice startled me since it came from right behind me. “Why don’t we finish what we were discussing outside?”

He had me trapped with my back against the counter and his hands on either side of me.

“Di-di-discuss w-what?” I stuttered as I turned and looked up into his eyes.

“Why, it’s time for your first lesson of course…Ms. OG,” his smile was pure evil.

I gulped.

Oh, crap!