NADINE
I approached the table and I sat down stiffly on the chair under his scrutinizing gaze.
I peeked at Hendrix from under my lashes and I could see him looking at me with dark stormy blue eyes.
He watched me as he slowly slipped his wine. I knew that look. What was the essence of this whole meal when I knew all he wanted was to shred my clothes off and take away the little dignity I had left?
I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans and did the calming exercise. Breathe in. Breathe out. Slowly.
“How was your day, Nadine?” He drawled out slowly with eyes drinking me in and that was the last straw.
It wasn't like he cared. He was just trying to put me in a good mood so I'd be able to satisfy him better.
Silence hung heavy between us as he awaited my response and I decided to show him
