She looked down at her feet and muttered something under her breath that she hoped he would take for agreement. He knelt on the floor, the crown of his dark head resting right at the level of her crotch, which just had the effect of making that flesh go both damp and hot.
His hands reached for her boot, and she grabbed at Christy for balance as he studied the heel. “Hm. It’s definitely gone. If you had it with you, I could just put it back on for you.”
Oh my God, please let go of me. The silent prayer was not born out of disgust at his touch; it was born out of sheer fear of the overwhelming lust that was riding through her veins and body just then. Her nipples chose that very moment to go erect and plump and to strain at the fabric of her shirt and bra. Her face went scarlet, and she tried to step backward, forgetting he had her foot in his strong and capable hands.
That slip caused her to lean too heavily on Christy, and then they both fell to the floor. Heather, her breath knocked out of her by the fall, stared up at his face, which was sporting an evil grin. He carefully dropped her foot onto the floor as well and stood. “Give it to me, and I will fix it for you.”
She stared from his face to the ruined boot. Her mouth was dry, her pussy wet, and she had no idea at all what to say or do next. She had zero pretense of dignity left, and as Christy struggled to her feet, Max shot a hand out and helped her, then he held that hand out to Heather.
She muttered, “Wait,” and yanked the broken boot off, and then the other one too. She passed them over and carefully climbed to her feet, ignoring his hand. The last thing she needed was for him to touch her. Her panties were barely holding back the flood of her oils as it was!
He grinned at her again as she made a big show of dusting off her ass and legs and then tried to fix a haughty stare on her face. Her voice trembled a bit as she said, “I would appreciate the repair, thank you.”
He leaned in closer. His eyes held her. A short, sharp gasp came to her lips, and she quickly smothered it as his fingers hooked into her hair and then ran down it. She stared at him, confused.
His sexy and low baritone intoned, “You’re welcome,” and then he walked off. She had the unfortunate angle of sight to see that his lean hips and long legs were offset by a narrow waist and a high, tight ass with full cheeks that practically begged to be gripped during a session of hot sex.
Shame hit. There was no way she should be thinking about sex with a…a monster! He was a monster, and one who had just grabbed her up and out of her world and dropped her into this scary place. Not to mention she had no chance with him.
Seriously.
None at all.
Christy said, “I guess that’s it then. We’re here for the duration.”
Heather wailed out, “What do we do now?”
Christy drew a little closer to her and then grimaced. “Right now? We figure out how to work a bathtub and get you in it. Girl, you smell bad.”
Heather’s shoulders dropped. “I know. I guess you’re right. I mean what else can we do?”
She told herself to look away from Max’s ass as he strode further along the hall and away from her but she stood there until he had completely vanished from sight.
