Disclaimers: The usual. I don't own these characters, Cameron & Eglee,
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Author's note: I'm going back and reloading some of my old stories because I had that problem with ellipses being turned into single periods. That and little spelling corrections...the more you read, the more mistakes you catch. _____________________________
Look at her over there. She's all feminine energy and blatant sexuality. She's a woman and she knows it, she loves it, she revels in it, she lives for it. She moves with all the grace of a dancer, and I'm willing to bet she used to be one. All eyes on her. She's moving like a cat stalking its prey, and every man in here is imagining what those long legs would feel like wrapped around them. I already know...too bad for them they never will. Damn, her name might as well be Walking Sex.
She's at her game again. She knows I'm watching her like a hawk, and this is all for my benefit. She's flirting with Sketchy, and the poor bastard doesn't stand a chance. He's falling for it hard. Maybe I'm the real sucker because she's doing it to make me jealous. I know he doesn't stand a chance with her, but damn if her little plan isn't working. She put the whammy on me and I never even saw it coming.
She's every man's dream and his worst nightmare at the same time. She's beautiful...no, she's gorgeous inside and out. There's something about her that kicks you in the ass and makes you pay attention. She's a goddess on earth...a gift and a curse. She's the type of woman who gets under your skin and you can never get her out again. God knows I've tried. I've tried everything I could to push her away. I told myself it wasn't meant to be, I told myself I could never love again. I was even foolish enough to tell her I didn't want her. She called my bluff.
Everyone thinks Max is the dangerous one but she's not; that one there is a much bigger threat. I look at her sometimes and I wonder if she's ever heard "no" in her life. She should have been like all the others. She should have been like the ones I used and left without even saying "thanks" or "goodbye". There's something about her that just sucks you in. She's amazing.
She has the face of an angel, but she's far from innocent. She's a devil in disguise. Making love to her is like nothing I've ever known. Her body is a wonderland. If there's a heaven, it's inside her. She's not like any woman I've ever known. She should have been like all the others, but they never had the power she has over me. She put the whammy on me. That's the only way to explain why I couldn't walk away from her that night.
It couldn't be the way she gave herself to me so freely. Never once did she shy away, never once did she hide herself, she didn't even want me to turn the lights off. She let me see her, all of her. I wonder if it was because she really trusted me that much, or because she knows how truly beautiful she is. It couldn't be that smile of hers...the one that could light the world with its radiance. It couldn't be those blue eyes, the ones the color of the deepest ocean and hold just as much depth and mystery.
I could drown in those eyes. It couldn't be that dimple in her left cheek. The one my lips are strangely drawn to. It couldn't be all that soft golden hair that frames her face so perfectly. It couldn't be that cute but very sexy way she bites her bottom lip when she's nervous or feeling self-conscious. It couldn't be that infectious laugh, or that intoxicating purring noise that she makes when I'm about to take her over the edge.
She put the whammy on me. That's what makes me want to do anything to make her happy. That's what makes me want to hold her, kiss her, smell her, taste her, love her, live her. That's why I couldn't leave her. That's why she was destined to be more than just another conquest. That's why rather than walk out that door; I couldn't take my eyes off of sleeping beauty.
The whammy. That's what makes me put my hand on her stomach when she's sleeping and wonder what it would look like swollen with our child. She's dangerous. She makes me think about getting married, and having babies, and loving her forever. She makes me want to do anything to protect her, to make her happy, to make sure she never experiences another second of pain. She makes me want to be a better man. She makes me love her more every second. She's going to be the death of me one day, and I can't think of a better way to die.
Yeah, she put the whammy on me.
Author's note: I'm going back and reloading some of my old stories because I had that problem with ellipses being turned into single periods. That and little spelling corrections...the more you read, the more mistakes you catch. _____________________________
Look at her over there. She's all feminine energy and blatant sexuality. She's a woman and she knows it, she loves it, she revels in it, she lives for it. She moves with all the grace of a dancer, and I'm willing to bet she used to be one. All eyes on her. She's moving like a cat stalking its prey, and every man in here is imagining what those long legs would feel like wrapped around them. I already know...too bad for them they never will. Damn, her name might as well be Walking Sex.
She's at her game again. She knows I'm watching her like a hawk, and this is all for my benefit. She's flirting with Sketchy, and the poor bastard doesn't stand a chance. He's falling for it hard. Maybe I'm the real sucker because she's doing it to make me jealous. I know he doesn't stand a chance with her, but damn if her little plan isn't working. She put the whammy on me and I never even saw it coming.
She's every man's dream and his worst nightmare at the same time. She's beautiful...no, she's gorgeous inside and out. There's something about her that kicks you in the ass and makes you pay attention. She's a goddess on earth...a gift and a curse. She's the type of woman who gets under your skin and you can never get her out again. God knows I've tried. I've tried everything I could to push her away. I told myself it wasn't meant to be, I told myself I could never love again. I was even foolish enough to tell her I didn't want her. She called my bluff.
Everyone thinks Max is the dangerous one but she's not; that one there is a much bigger threat. I look at her sometimes and I wonder if she's ever heard "no" in her life. She should have been like all the others. She should have been like the ones I used and left without even saying "thanks" or "goodbye". There's something about her that just sucks you in. She's amazing.
She has the face of an angel, but she's far from innocent. She's a devil in disguise. Making love to her is like nothing I've ever known. Her body is a wonderland. If there's a heaven, it's inside her. She's not like any woman I've ever known. She should have been like all the others, but they never had the power she has over me. She put the whammy on me. That's the only way to explain why I couldn't walk away from her that night.
It couldn't be the way she gave herself to me so freely. Never once did she shy away, never once did she hide herself, she didn't even want me to turn the lights off. She let me see her, all of her. I wonder if it was because she really trusted me that much, or because she knows how truly beautiful she is. It couldn't be that smile of hers...the one that could light the world with its radiance. It couldn't be those blue eyes, the ones the color of the deepest ocean and hold just as much depth and mystery.
I could drown in those eyes. It couldn't be that dimple in her left cheek. The one my lips are strangely drawn to. It couldn't be all that soft golden hair that frames her face so perfectly. It couldn't be that cute but very sexy way she bites her bottom lip when she's nervous or feeling self-conscious. It couldn't be that infectious laugh, or that intoxicating purring noise that she makes when I'm about to take her over the edge.
She put the whammy on me. That's what makes me want to do anything to make her happy. That's what makes me want to hold her, kiss her, smell her, taste her, love her, live her. That's why I couldn't leave her. That's why she was destined to be more than just another conquest. That's why rather than walk out that door; I couldn't take my eyes off of sleeping beauty.
The whammy. That's what makes me put my hand on her stomach when she's sleeping and wonder what it would look like swollen with our child. She's dangerous. She makes me think about getting married, and having babies, and loving her forever. She makes me want to do anything to protect her, to make her happy, to make sure she never experiences another second of pain. She makes me want to be a better man. She makes me love her more every second. She's going to be the death of me one day, and I can't think of a better way to die.
Yeah, she put the whammy on me.
