Author Note: Only Emma belongs to me, the rest of the characters belong to RHPS
"Well not so great now that you're here, not going to lie" Emma said falling back into the pillows, no use in trying to fight him off.
"So I have been wondering what brought you to the back roads, most young women like yourself wouldn't bother coming all the way out here" he said staring at her with curiosity.
"I was driving off my anger before going to a friend's house"
"Anger?"
"Anger."
Frank sighed with exasperation as he scooted closer to her, as if he knew she could do nothing to stop it. She glared at him and he laughed looking her over with a seductive little smile that sent a reluctant shiver down her spine.
"You're no fun you know that?" Frank said picking up a strand of her fiery red hair in his long slender fingers.
"Hey what the hell man, keep off the hair!" she swatted his hand away.
"What will it take to seduce you god dammit!" Frank screamed to the ceiling. "You are impenetrable!" After realizing what he said his eyes got big and he began to giggle madly.
"Is that your goal?" Emma screamed and stood suddenly needing to feel tall in her anger.
In the process of moving the blanket slipped off her and she stood in her frilly black underwear in front of Frank completely oblivious. Frank looked up and his eyes became the size of silver dollars then he started to screech with laughter. She looked down and screamed, grabbing for her pants on the floor, quickly pulling them on.
"You never saw that" she said her face turning red.
Frank continued to laugh manically, and murmured something under his breath.
"What was that?" she said hopping on the bed and hitting him with a pillow.
"Nothing" he said looking up at her, a frown overcame his handsomely made up face. "What's that?" he murmured pointing to the bruise on her jaw.
"Car crash" she said immediately.
"Are you sure? It looks like it's been there for a while"
"Yes of course" she said angrily but she knew the truth, it had been Johnny her abusive ex-boyfriend who had inflicted the bruise on her delicate jaw.
Frank leaned over and touched it gently, she flinched. He reached out and grabbed her jaw softly and tilted it up to him so she was looking into his eyes. He smelled so good, like a sweet forest in the middle of summer. She lost herself in his eyes for a moment as he inspected the bruise. God was he seductive. She needed to be careful she thought as she felt her self-control slip away.