His hands braced the door, looking at me through hooded lids. My gaze slid over him, ever so slowly.
He wore slacks in graphite gray and black V neck sweater. The overall effect, careless yet sophisticated. I loved his look.
Taking a deep breath of his cologne, my defenses crumbling. He looks delicious. I should have closed my eyes.
"Why did you do that?" his breathing laboured.
"Did what?" I asked
He grits his teeth. "Try to set me up on a complete stranger, that bimbo. When you know all I want is you."
"Because it's a mistake. Us. Your sixty day proposal." I grate, through equally clenched teeth.
"It's not a mistake and you know it. The only mistake, is not letting you know how much I want you. How I feel about you."
Oh please. Darryl is so slick, so great with words. I would give him that. But it's just sex for him.
I go to push the door shut, but his hand slams it open, stepping inside. Slamming it behind him. This fucker is so brass face.
"Oh no you don't. You don't get to push me away so easily."
With bare feet, I am almost a foot shorter than him. I feel so small and weak as he towers over me, still breathing hard.