She cast a beseeching glance over her shoulder at me, and her expression was no longer light. It was a single word that hung in my presently hollow mind as I watched her pretty, polka-dotted dress sway softly with her hips as she walked, her heels enhancing her amazing calves hell, she had great legs for being so petite. She stepped off the elevator, and I had no choice but to move so I could look at her fully as she departed my presence, tugging me by that invisible line she still held. How was I to deal with the fact that I wanted someone so badly for the first time? That she made me feel at all? That I wanted her light for my own? I clenched my jaw as I tried to swallow this feeling while giving a speechless nod. So big, so innocent, so angelic, almost pleading! This woman had a weapon of her own in that look alone, damn it! Was she using it on purpose? To make me a blasted slave to her? Apparently it was working because I was ready to give her whatever the hell she wanted of me with that look, ready to pledge fealty to her from my knees. Her already prominent eyes took on a new look altogether. "Maybe another time?" she offered as though she were trying to ease the disappointment that was busy lancing through my previously dormant heart.
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