Match Point
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"Suze, move that fine ass of your and serve!"
I don't know WHY I'm taking this sexual harassment. Maybe because the one who is doing it is so DAMN HOT?
Yeah, that sounds about right.
Paul Slater. The guy that makes my pulse run wild and my palms sweaty and my voice hoarse. The guy that can twist words and create a sexual innuendo without trying and who can make me go wild.
Yeah, Paul freaking Slater, who would have thought? He ran after me for all those years and I pushed him back and now every time I see him I want to jump him. Excuse the crud term, but the truth cannot be denied.
I think it's his voice, yeah, definitely. He has that deep timber voice that drives me insane and causes chills to run down my spine. It's delectable, that's what it is.
And GOD, I do like Paul. But can I have him? He wants me, but will I let him have what it is he desires?
I doubt it. So now I will keep playing with Paul Slater, tennis that is, and I will keep my cool, my demeanor. Whatever it is that I have, and I won't care if he makes me go mad as a hare with wanting. Because lust isn't irresistible, quite the contrary, it was made to BE resisted.
"Paul, just because you can't get such a nice butt as mine doesn't mean you should feel free harassing me. As a lawyer you'd think you'd know that it is quite a crime…" And I smile sweetly, not letting him see the desire reflected through my eyes. Because, BOY, do I want some Slater!
"Suze, we both know you wouldn't file against me…" and he flashes that grin of him, the one that is so powerful and makes me feel butterflies inside.
"And why not?"
"Because you want me."
And with that he won the match point.
A/N I don't usually right this kind of Oh-so-powerful-lust crap but I was wondering what you'd think. One shot and I hope you can review just to tell me whether I'm crap or not!
