There she was, the fantastic array of spotlights spilling over her scantily clad body. All this time, underneath that lab coat and those giant overalls she lived in was a flawless sculpture ultimately curved just right to fit with his. Watching her spin and ever so subtly grind against her unfortunate date only made his eyes pierce harder, his bloodstream dropping southbound as fast as his patience was.
When he first laid eyes on her, she was a socially excluded princess with everything she could have ever asked for except perhaps some idiot to tolerate her and fulfill her ridiculous notion of romance. When he first met her, she had a fiery temper and a knack for verbally challenging him. When they began their agreement, she was his mortal enemy. When it ended, however...
It was a simple exchange, each person meant to walk away mutually benefitted in some way from the other. Yes, he walked away, benefitted. That is, until she did.
Sure, she got what she wanted out of the deal. Technically, so did he. But in that moment, his body temperature shooting sky high with the influx of testosterone surging him, he realized he didn't get what he wanted. Not at all.
Because now he wanted her.