I woke up warm. I felt the sun teasing my lids, my pajamas were twisted around my body, and the sheets felt as though they were liquid warmth against my skin. I didn't even open my eyes, I fully intended to enjoy the little pleasure still allowed. I stretched burying myself further into the pillow.
"Well...Good Morning Beautiful." then his voice pierced my mood. I groaned and turned to find him still in boxers propped on top of the sheets watching me. His body was solid white from the tips of his toes to his scalp. It was almost beautiful in this light, his hair dark green, he looked unreal. Such a beautiful body to be so cursed.
"What are you still doing here?" I asked. He was studying me, twirling his finger in the satiny sheet.
"Decided to take a day off." He grinned, "Thought I might need some therapy."
I snorted, as if that wasn't the understatement of the year. "Fine, but we'll have to go back to my office. You know business environment and all." I said smugly. His black eyes flashed and he was instantly on top of me, pinning me to the bed.
"Now doc', you shouldn't taunt me." He bent down, his cheek against mine, his breath on my ear. "Makes a man think. .. .things." I held my breath, and he finally sat up straddling me. "Maybe you need a lesson in manners Harley? I get you entertainment, clothes, clean sheets, soap, all the necessities and you think to taunt me?"
My heart was lodged in my throat, I shook my head. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it, I was only teasing." I whispered. This was not a scenario I had any wish to play out.
He tilted his head, "Me too." He seemed so serious and I still fought with my body trying to take air into my lungs, where it seemed to be uncooperative. He grinned and rolled off. I sat up and watched him make his way to the closet. "Figured we could go out today, if you could behave yourself?" I nodded. He didn't look at me as he went into the bathroom, and finally I was able to relax.
He came out seconds later, wearing nothing, his eyes full on me gauging my reaction. He was pure male, and he was excited. Meeting his eyes, I snapped my mouth shut, and gripped the sheets. He smiled, "Perhaps you'd like to get dressed?" I nodded, but he didn't shut the door. "Now." it was such a simple word, but it spoke so many things to my body.
My mind reconized he wasn't moving, my heart realized he was going to do something, my nerves shook telling me I had no choice, and my womb was on fire with foreign feelings I chose not to dwell upon. Slowly one foot at a time I got off the bed, his eyes following my every movement. I circled him, giving myself plenty of room in case he reached out, so I could get to my bag on the other side and get the clothes he'd bought me.
Picking up the bag, I watched as he leaned his back against the bathroom door and crossed his arm. There was so many options of things he could be doing I almost wanted to jump out the window. He liked games and there was just too many horrible sadistic games this could be. I took a step back and bolted into the closet slamming the door. His maniacal laughter followed.
I had my pjs off in record time, quickly getting the jeans on. I had never heard him, but the door flew open. I put my hands up over my breast and shrunk back into his clothes. He grinned reaching in and grabbed a pair of socks. "Forgot." he laughed as his eyes trailed over me, and he shut the door. I felt a sigh of relief and finished dressing.
He was lounging on the bed when I finally gathered my wits enough to come out of the closet. His eyes were shut and he seemed to be humming to himself, lost in his own mad little mind. I shivered, I had to get away today, I just had too.