Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47265 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 158(@300wpm)
“You need to let go of me before I get the pepper spray out of my bag.”
He released her arm. She should have hurried off immediately and gotten a cop to deal with the weirdo, but he gave her a look which made her take pity on him. He was like a big, red, massive, muscular, handsome, lost puppy.
“What’s wrong? You lost or something? Can’t find the set you’re supposed to be on? Is there a conference somewhere?”
“I have decided to take one of you for my own. You look pleasing.”
She stared, perplexed.
“Are you in character? I haven’t got time. I’m late for my shift and they dock pay, so…” she started to turn.
“Do NOT walk away from me!”
The ground seemed to shake with the bass of his voice, a timbre like none which had ever contacted her tender ears. She stopped moving and just stared at him, then around at the other people streaming by. They seemed unaffected by this strange man.
Katie turned back, confused. He did not speak with anger, but with such intense gravitas it was as if she could not find it in herself to disobey him. It felt right to do as he said. In stark contrast, every time her supervisor, Michael, talked to her, it was all she could do not to soft serve him right in his face.
He was looking at her with a kind of interest which she found unsettling and fascinating at the same time. She felt… wanted. In some strange and powerful way, he desired her. There was a carnal electricity between them, something Katie could almost taste.
She didn’t understand why he seemed so taken with her. The uniform she was wearing didn’t flatter her figure. The tight ponytail under the logo emblazoned cap wasn’t exactly pretty either. As for her face, she always tried her best to slap on enough makeup to look presentable, but the acne caused by the oil from the fryers was not appealing, nor was the smell of grease which clung to her pretty much all the time.
Was she flustered? She felt flustered. And hot. And suddenly she was having trouble standing still. The look in his eyes was enough to make her squirm all the way out of her black polyester-spandex pants.
“Sorry,” he said. “I didn't mean to frighten you.”
“I’m not scared. You’re just weird.”
It was a defensive thing to call him weird. It kept him away from her. She already felt too close, too involved with this perfectly strange stranger.
“Don’t go,” he said, in direct contradiction to her very obvious attempt to leave while retaining some semblance of sociability. She was well within her rights to start screaming and spraying, but she found her fingers unfurling from the pepper spray in her purse.
“You are very beautiful.”
“Uh. Thanks,” she said awkwardly. She didn’t feel beautiful. She felt flustered. Guys hit on her all the time. The uniform made her look accessible. She usually blew them off without much trouble. But there was something about the way this male said she was beautiful which made it all seem different.
“I really have to go. I’m going to get fired if I’m late again. I’ve been late twice this week already, and…”
“Fired?” he interrupted her. “They set you on fire for missing work? This is a harsh world.”
“Uhh…” Did he really not know what she was talking about? He seemed genuinely perplexed. So she humored him. “They won’t set me on fire. They’ll deprive me of money so I lose my home, can’t feed myself, and starve in the gutter.”
“That is worse than being set on fire.”
“Yes. It is. So, anyway, bye.”
“Don’t go,” he repeated, catching her wrist in his massive hand. “I think I will choose you. I should probably have sampled some of the others, but I think you will do.”
“I will do?”
She had no idea what he was talking about. But she couldn’t look away from him. He had animal charisma of the kind which made the rest of the world blur out to a general hum.
“I think we should copulate.”
“Uhhh… What now?”
“Would you not enjoy copulation with me?”
She stared at him. He was very, very handsome. Even as a virgin, she had the feeling she absolutely would enjoy copulation with him. But she also had a gut feeling that he would be very bad for her. Her online therapist had suggested that she made bad dating choices, maybe due to early abandonment trauma.
It was hard to tease out whether he was very hot, and that’s why she was still talking to him, or if he was crazy and she was concerned for him, or if this was just the most interesting thing to happen in quite some time.
“Maybe we could go on a date first?”
“A date? You require an entire day of mating? Very good. I like an extended mating session.”