Negan was assessing the situation happily on the shower bench. "Okay, so you've brushed your teeth and showered," he stated, as he pulled my face to look at his. "What was next on our date? Dinner? And, you had your dessert early, you naughty girl. But don't think I'm skipping mine." His eyes were wicked as he licked his lips and put a hand in between my legs. If I could get in his good graces with merely a blow job, I'd survive.

"Who said that was dessert?" I asked. "I was merely trying to give you a gift."

"Ohhhh baby, I do love your fucking gifts. And you sure you weren't high?" he asked. I shook my head.

"Well," he went on, "I sure hope that you weren't merely in the mood."

"Why not?" I asked.

"I want it to be the third option."

He wanted me to love him. God, he was charming. I just squeezed him.

"Alright, wench," Negan said as he stood up, making me stand with him. "Back we go for a night of dinner and dancing." He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder, smacking my ass periodically the entire way back to his office.

Once inside, he put me down, shut the door and locked it. He went over to his desk and took a seat. He leaned back and propped his feet on the end of the desk. He put one of his elbows on the chair's armrest, and propped his chin up with his hand. He was a sight to behold, but he was looking me up and down. He had left me naked and wet standing in the middle of his office. The mood seemed to have shifted from pleasant to something else… I crossed my arms and frowned.

"Tsk tsk!" he chastised. "Your arms are crossed. I can't see my titties."

I rolled my eyes and put my hands on my hips. I wasn't sure what this game was. I'd thought I'd earned a reward, but now felt like I was the one that was about to be eaten up for dinner. I'd started to shiver.

"Grab a towel and then tell me what it is that you fucking want," Negan commanded.

I tried to look confused as I bent over right in front of him, with my ass sticking up, so he could enjoy the view. I was going to try my best to learn his secrets and his past, even if I had to fuck it out of him.

"Ohh. That's a nice fucking view and I am so inclined to come over there and examine it a bit more closely, but I'd like some information first."

"What do you mean, what I want from you? Like sex?" I asked as sweetly as I possibly could as I wrapped a towel around myself.

"You wanna play dirty?" Negan asked icily. "I can play dirty, too. In fact, I'll bet I play much fucking dirtier than you do. I'll have to admit, I loved your tactic, but you have no fucking clue who you're dealing with, baby. I can test your will and the stronger you try to resist mine, the more I'll get off on it."

Whoa. This is who I'd be dealing with if I were to stay here. And he was more than intimidating. "So you think I want something from you?"

"Well, ya don't suck cock, baby. And unless Cupid's arrow pierced that fine ass of yours, I'm thinking that I didn't just cum for nothing." He was still leaning back in his chair, dressed only in his smug grin.

I looked him in the eyes. I was getting angry and you could hear it in the edge of my voice. "Okay. Honestly? I wanted to learn about you. But, as secretive as you were with the Kevin shit, I didn't think I could ask you to tell me your life story—I thought I might need to persuade you a bit." I looked down at my feet. I realized at that moment that I'd been a fool. If everything he'd said to me was true, I could've asked. I was playing games and I knew I'd lost this one. "Besides, I don't like you like this. It's intimidating and it makes me not want to stay around here if this is who you really are."

I could hear Negan quickly move out of his chair. I could feel him in front of me but I was still stubbornly staring at my feet.

He tilted my chin up to look at him. "Why didn't you just ask?" he questioned me, aggravated. "I'm an open book as far as you are concerned and I want you to be the same with me. And, as much as I fucking loved your bribery technique, it wasn't necessary. Don't fucking play games with me because I will always fucking win. I promise you that. But, I've also made so many other promises to you in the past few days. I will never hurt you and if I do, I will never have meant to. I want to share everything with you and have told you this time and again. I told you not even two fucking hours ago how I wanted you to be with me when I built this new world. I know I can be a lot to handle, but I want you to stay here. Don't doubt me or my feelings and please don't fucking test me. Like I said, I'll always win. I'm fucking good at it. And, that's how we're going to fucking survive. Do you understand me?" I nodded. "Good," he said. "Let's dance."

I thought I'd been mindfucked as he pulled off my towel, pulled me into his embrace, and held out his left hand for me to take. There was no music, but Negan turned me around the office as he sang. I had no idea what he was singing—some 80s hair band song that I didn't recognize. I just shook my head. He spun me and asked, "What? You think you can do better?" I didn't want to tell him that, yes, in fact I could. I'd sung at multiple weddings, done musical theater, and been in multiple choirs. Then it hit me. Here I was, expecting him to tell me his life story yet I wouldn't do the same. I was being so hypocritical. We'd been swaying for a while when I finally began to sing softly, "Who knows how long I've loved you? You know I love you still. Will I wait a lonely lifetime? If you want me to, I will…" Negan stopped dancing as I continued singing the Beatles song. I'd been singing into his chest, but by the last verse, he'd tilted my head up so I was looking at him. When I'd finished, he smiled a very sweet smile and said, "I haven't listened to 'The White Album' in years. And that was beautiful."

After that, the dancing was done so we had our usual dinner of Coke and snack foods. I was quiet as I ate, trying to figure out 'Scary Negan,' (as I'd dubbed him in my brain). I had no doubt that he would put the smack down on anyone who opposed him. I just didn't want to be on the other end of that again and I didn't think I wanted to see what happened to anyone who really crossed him. This world was falling apart and our emotions had been so heightened. He'd seen all sides of me and, after tonight, I'd seen part of him that I wanted to forget—was it his true nature? He assured me that I was safe, but people change their minds, and if his "love"—as he claimed he had for me—fizzled, would I be left to face that man, bending my will to his? I put it out of my thoughts. I knew that I was overreacting. Deep down, I knew how he felt. I felt how he felt. Negan wouldn't hurt me… I was his guardian angel, after all.