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Was It?
By Charro
Chapter One:
She walks into the dark house exhausted from the chase.
He had been so close that she could smell him but as in the past he had found a way to escape from her clutches once more with her hands kneading the back of her tense neck.
A glass of brandy her mind suggests, "most definitely", she expresses with the cigarette as the chaser. "Or was it the other way around?" She thought to herself.
"That is the question." She softly asks aloud pouring the liquor.
She finds it hard to believe that she found herself giving that answer.
Her body begs for a bubble bath andthe misty hot water began its quest with her discarding the pants suit therefore the terry bathrobe hugs her body and she strolls back to the decanter for another drink to unwind while she waits for the tub to fill.
She comes to rest on the couch with her left hand massaging her feet and her right hand returns the glass to her lips for another sip. After several moments she let her head rest against the back of the couch.
Staring into oblivion seems quite peaceful to her tonight. The sound of the running water from her bathroom make her eyelids grow heavy and the battle to stay awake is lost.
"Do you smell me?" she felt hot breath on her right ear.
"Yes." She inhales the arousing scent.
"Do you feel me?" the warmth feels so good on her face.
"Yes." Her body tells the story.
"Do you taste me?" Soft sweet lips touch hers.
"Yes." Her body aches for more.
"Do you want me?" Soft lips ask into hers.
"Yes", the word softly spoken.
"Do you love me?" The moment is so tense for her.
"Yes", the word dearly loved.
The long day cloaks her with the endless chore of trying to appease those in charge as always he leaves behind one red notebook for her to tell her what he had been doing and she wants to scream. She was always a day late and a dollar short when her task of capturing him had failed time after time. The stupid reason as to why she had missed him once more was not what they wanted to hear.
The ringing of her cell-phone awoke her with no desire to move from her spot.
"What!" She guesses that Broots is calling her.
"Was it?" His voice seems so close.
"Was it what?" she peeks through the window to look for him.
"That is the question?" He snickers, "Oh and uh, Parker, sweet dreams". His eerie laugh back to her makes her want to strangle him.
"Jarod!" Parker snaps only to hear the all too familiar dial tone.
She returns to the couch and notices that her glass is on the coffee table. The glass taken by a shaken hand comes to her nose and she smells of the aroma. She had never fallen asleep that quickly before and the water is still running.
The two questions flutter through her mind. It had to be a dream, Right? Nothing more, 'it damn had well better been', Parker thought and then it hit her.
That cologne, his smell lingers on her bathrobe and she crashes down onto the couch.
'Was it?' She silently asks herself sniffing of the scotch.
'Oh, god. Yes it was.' She lightly chuckles.
He had done what he is known for best, that doing a pretend with her as his prey this time. He made her confess too him her love for him and that was something that she would never live down.
Her hands cover her face oblivious smitten by what 'the Pretender' had done to her tonight with a grin glowing on her face.
The End
okay..soi had to redo this because i just didn't like the first draft...please don't be mad...and if your thoughts aren't good then i will remove from site...that is if i get any.
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