Desperate

Desperate

Why is this guy following me? Why didn’t he feed me to his dogs ? Why did he give me yet another chance ? What price will I pay? I have many questions….Walking towards him shyly…..

He leaned against the counter, his sharp eyes drinking in the sight of her as she moved around the café. The short hem of her uniform skirt revealed just enough to drive him insane, and the way the fabric hugged her curves had him clenching his jaw. When she finally approached him, those big, innocent eyes meeting him, he smirked, stepping close enough that she could feel the heat of his body.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low and thick with something dangerous, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone make a simple work uniform look this damn good.” His fingers brushing the edge of my skirt, just barely, enough to make me shiver. “It’s almost unfair, really. How am I supposed to concentrate when you look like this?”

You still owe me …. Smirking, I didn't just let you go that easily darlin …Game on princess.

I swallowed, my breath catching his gaze dipped over me, slowly and unashamedly. His voice was pure temptation, and the way he was looking at me made my knees weak. Focus , say something, but all I could do was stand there as he leaned in, his lips a breath away from my ear.

“You’re beautiful, Aurora,” he whispered, his voice like silk and sin. “And you have no idea what you do to me.” Thank you for returning me back home, I said in a shaky voice.

Here’s your order, sir, shaking from fear, my palms sweating afraid that I’ll spill the latte.

I am not supposed to be staring. I knew that. But damn, he made it impossible not to.

He leaned against the counter like he owned the place, all confidence and heat, his strong arms crossed over his chest, the fabric of his shirt pulled just tight enough to hint at the muscles underneath. His dark eyes followed my every move, making my pulse stutter, making my skin feel too warm under his gaze. He wasn’t even trying, and yet he had this effect on me, like a fire slowly licking at the edges of my control, daring me to step closer, to get burned.

And then he smirked.

That slow, knowing curve of his lips that made my stomach flip, made my thighs press together. God, he was dangerous. The kind of man who could unravel a woman with just a look. And the worst part? He knew exactly what he was doing to me. How do I escape this torture?

When he finally spoke, his voice was low, smooth, full of something that made my breath catch.

“You’re beautiful, Aurora.”

My heart slammed against my ribs. It wasn’t just the words, it was the way he said them, like he wanted to devour me. Like he had been holding back and was seconds away from giving in.

And maybe just maybe I wanted him to. But he's my enemy, I owe him my life for being such a stupid peasant while defending sissy. What a mess

Here’s your tip, Aurora…. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

Your punishment will be waiting for you, my men will pick you up in the evening. Don’t make this difficult, my princess. I promise not to hurt you.

I ran to the bathroom crying, this guy thinks I’m his slut what kind of punishment is that? He’s so ruthless and merciless! I’ll only do this to protect sissy, she’s too young to be damaged.