Silence.
Three or four times and that was just the start of what he wanted to do to me?
"What...I mean, I don't...I can't... You can't be serious_"
"You can and you will, and I'm very serious." he interrupted. "If only you could feel my hard-on, you'd realize how important, how serious this situation is. There's only one way, Baby.... don't you want to ease my pain?"
If I could just shut off my brain and focus on how gorgeous he was and that he was probably harmless.... then what was the worst that could happen?
I could get cut up into hundreds of little pieces, thrown into a garbage bag, and dumped into a body of water.
"Thanks for the offer but I'm going to have to decline," I said smoothly, like it wasn't worth my time. Before hanging up though, a little bit of fun was in order. You know, get him riled up a bit more, Psychopath or not.
This was going to be great.
My way that is.
The fun way!
"I'd like to thank you, though. You've provided great inspiration for the next hour. I'm glad I packed my double sided, vibrator. Its name is Carlos and he can't wait to drill me with his ten inch plastic rod. Both ways by the way, can't waist my batteries by being selfish." I sing into the receiver. "Bye, Sexy!"
"What.... wait!"
I pressed 'end' and threw my phone back on to the bed.
"Jerk off to that why don't you." I laughed, flopping onto my bed. "All in a day's work."
Satisfied with myself, I peeled off my shoes and folded down the duvet so I could crawl in. I was tired from the journey and figured a short nap would do me some good. Maybe later I'd go out, maybe find a bar and get wasted. I'd have a horrible hangover for the party tomorrow night, but who cared. My eyelids closed as my head hit the pillow.
Four hours later...
I was awoken by three sharp knocks on my door. My eyelids snapped open and I rubbed them as I glanced at the clock. It was just after ten at night.
I turned on the side lamp as I pondered who could be at the door. Did the owners forget to tell me something?
Yawning, I ran my fingers through my hair and opened the door without another thought of who it could be. It was slightly dark, only a single light fixture providing a soft glow for the entire quiet hallway. From the squint of my barely opened eye, I saw no one. I was about to step back inside my room when I noticed a dark figure to my left. Tall and wearing a familiar black cashmere sweater, I blinked a few times, thinking I must still be dreaming. My eyes grew wide as I hit the door.
How was this possible?
His arms were folded and his eyes, danger and anticipation burning from within were on me. A sardonic smile stretched slowly across his face.
His blue eyes twinkled. "Hello again, Marisa."
Shit.
CHAPTER 6.
I'm fucked!
Xander pushed off the wall and walked slowly towards me.
"So this is where you're staying." He stopped an inch from me, staring down.
He was not coming inside.
"How did you find me?" I asked, confused and scared out of my mind.
"Ah, a gentleman never tells his secrets." Xander smirked and entered my room.
I entered right after him. "Who invited you in?"
"Your eyes did." He sat down on my bed, his long, strong fingers grasping the edge. "Well, what are we going to do now?"
I shut the door not knowing what I should be doing and leaned against it.
My brain was turning off.
What the hell was this, a booty call, a one-night stand, a random hook-up?
"Come here." Xander ordered quietly but firmly.
Yeah, I want this... I decided and strode towards him. I sat on the edge of the bed next to him, carefully avoiding his eyes while my heart was beating at a thousand miles a second.
"Look at me." he ordered.
Shit.
"What?" I asked, examining the stretch of duvet between us. There wasn't much room between our thighs, one shift from each of us and I'd be sitting on him.
"Baby, look at me," he demanded.
The sanity ship was about to sink completely.
"Okay." I took my time travelling up his hand and body until I made my way to his perfect jaw line. I hesitated on his lips before moving up to the side of face and over his cheeks. Finally, I'd reached my destination, the X on the map. His eyes were ready and waiting. They scorched with heat, hypnotically demanding me to succumb to his every demand.
Well...hot damn!
Xander raised an arm and caressed my cheek, outlining my lips with his index finger. I closed my eyes as he circled them for a second time, slower. A strange wave of emotion reverberated through my body and my head involuntarily tilted back as if to make it easier for the blood to rush about.
He grabbed the other side of my head with his free hand and straightened my neck. I opened my eyes and he slowly leaned in. I closed my eyes again, waiting for his lips to touch mine, but instead I felt him lower into my neck, inhaling.
Was he smelling me?
"You smell good." he mumbled into my skin.
I rested my head on his shoulder. "Um, thanks."
He took another smell, exaggerating the sniffle. "You smell real good."
"I have good body wash." I shrugged.
"What brand?" he whispered.
Really?
My eyes widened in amusement at his questioning. "Sea Bath Lilies."
"You do smell like flowers and fish." He spoke to my skin. "It smells amazing."
I snorted. "Fuck off, I don't smell like fish. Flowers on the other hand... that's what I smell like all the time."
"Stop it, you're making it harder." he warned, burying his lips further into my neck.
"Making what harder?" I was still as he buried his face into my neck.
"Not asking you what I've wanted to since the train." he murmured into my skin.
"Okay... What's that?"
He exhaled. "Can I try on your underwear?"
My head jerked back from his shoulder in alarm. "What!"
He let go of me and held the edge of the bed tightly. "Baby, please, let me try on your underwear."
"Why do you want to wear my underwear?" I asked, feeling like nothing made sense anymore.
"Let. Me. Try. On. Your. Underwear." Xander ordered quietly, enunciating each word.
WHAT.
THE.
FUCK!.
I jumped off the bed and stood in front of him with my arms crossed. "You're joking right?"
He leapt off the bed and halted an inch from my face. "Why not?"
I cringed. "Because I'm not into that shit, that's why."
"You'll like it, trust me." He spoke in his sexy voice again, but I was too freaked out about this new development to be affected "Stop acting like a sexy gigolo! You're a fucking fake! My underwear stays on, jerk off!" I yelled at him.
His jaw dropped, but he quickly snapped it shut and pointed to my bag. "Then let me try one on from your luggage, you must have spares."
"I don't have another one." I replied coolly.
He grimaced, looking at me like I was crazy. "Yes you do, that's gross."
"That's gross?" I practically laughed in amazement. "Mother Fucker, you're the one who wants to try on my panties."
He had the audacity to shrug. "Yeah, so what? It's not a big deal."
"It is a big deal," I retorted. "And you'd probably rip them!"
His eyes widened like I'd offended him. "No, they wouldn't, my ass is smaller than yours!"
I wanted to skull fuck this guy to the moon. He was pissing me off! "How dare you! My ass is not bigger than yours, you're a guy!"
"My ass is firm and small. If you're good and let me wear your panty's, I'll let you grab this." Xander's hand glided down his left buttock, erotically. "Let me slide your panty's on and jerky jerk in them."
Crack, crack, crack! Shocked to the billionth degree. Before I could respond he bursts out laughing, shaking his head at me like he got me on a prank.
"You're playing me now, aren't you!" My head shook frantically, incredulous to the millionth murderous degree. "You're not serious at all!"
He grinned. "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not."
"A menace!" I yelled, pointing at him. "A trickster!"
In two seconds he's in my space, lowering my arm down. "And?"
"Tell me you're not serious." I pleaded with him.
"Why?" he asked. "Is it that bad?"
I yanked my arm out of his grasp and went to the door. "You need to leave."
He raised an eyebrow like how dare I. "And if I don't?"
I exhaled before answering, trying to calm myself down. But it didn't work. I was still crazy. "Then I'll be going to jail... for murder."
CHAPTER 7.
Why me?
This shit was not supposed to happen to people like me. I didn't invite him inside my room. He came in on his own.