I reached out, grasping her hand. Not too tight, just enough to keep her still and ease her fear.
“Come, let's go downstairs into the parlor and chat, shall we?” She looked at me like I was crazy but nodded, allowing me to pull her up and guide her to the first-floor.
I took her to the sofa and instructed her to sit. I sat on the coffee table directly across from her, leaning forward, my elbows resting on my knees, with my face only inches from hers. I can feel the gun digging into my stomach.
I reached into my waistband and removed it. Her eyes widened, and she shivered, total fear etched across her face when she saw the weapon in my hand.
“Calm down, pet. I need to readjust.”
I reached behind me and tucked the weapon back into my jeans. I sighed, feeling relieved.
“That’s much better. Now, let’s get to why I am here. I saw what happened with that twink-looking bastard earlier. I was going to kick the door in and snap his neck, but once I saw you had him at gunpoint, I knew you had the situation under control, so I sat back in my car and watched the cops take him away.” She looked at me, confused.
"How did you know all of that? Were you watching me through the window? If you were, how the hellare you getting past my cameras, and how did you see where I put the gun?" I smiled at her. She is sitting so close to me I can almost feel her breath on my face. I’d love to bite those perfect berry-hued lips, but this isn’t the time.
“It doesn’t matter,” I replied.
“All that matters is I can see everything you do, and I have been watching you for quite a while.”
She moved in her seat, wringing her hands in her lap.
“Why are you doing this, and how do you even know me?”
She seems to be a bit more settled. Maybe she finally believes that I will not kill her. Why on earth would I take her life? I have so much planned for us.
I reached out and grasped her hands. They are so small encased in my much larger ones. She didn't move an inch.
Looking at her in that damn tee shirt and knowing she has on a tiny pink thong underneath isn't fucking helping my blue balls. I scolded myself internally and focused on our conversation, taking my mind off my sore nuts.
“Initially, I came here tonight to take you, but I’ve decided to let you choose what happens next. I have a proposal I want you to consider."
She looked at me like I was missing a few marbles, and I probably am, but I don’t give a fucking shit. I am taking her one way or the other, or I willlosewhat little sanity I have left. She lowered her brow at me.
"I don’t understand what you're trying to say. Why didn’t you ask me for a date like a normal person? Why all this?”
I squeezed her hand tighter, smiling at her pretty little face.
“I don’t do the dating thing, sweetheart. I have a complicated job and am not your average everyday guy. Let’s say that if we had gone out a few times in the traditional sense, you would most likely end up running from me, so this is the only way I can have you."
She squirmed uncomfortably in her seat.
"Shouldn’t I be the one to make that decision?”
I grinned at her, showing off my fabulous teeth.
“If I told you I am very dominant and possessive, hurt feelings don’t bother me, and I have no moral compass, I highly doubt I would be your first choice or any choice at all. Tell me I am wrong?”
She cleared her throat, swallowing hard.
“You’re right. I wouldn’t give you the time of day.”
I nodded.
“Exactly. That’s why I’m here now. I was going to take you to my secluded island in a few months, but I decided to let you choose what happens next. You can continue to stay in your home, but you will keep me a secret from everyone you know and allow me access to you at all times. That means twenty-four hours a day for one month. No boyfriends or fuck buddies. I don’t share myproperty. What is mine belongs to me, no one else."
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I'm no longerhuman,but part of Century 21 Real Estate.
