stopped laughing.
“Oh, it’s funny as hell. You should’ve seen your face. It was like, ‘Oh shit, my ass is in the air’.” He really made me laugh when he imitated my facial expression.
“Enough laughing at me,” I said, pouting.
He kissed my pouty lips. “Better now? You know, you really didn’t have to change. I enjoyed the view when Carmen opened the door and you came charging at me. You were like a sexy little lioness. And me likey.” I blushed and shook my head.
Likely sensing that my guard was down, Zach asked, “Why is it hard for you to trust people, Abigail?”
“Wow! Straight to the point, huh?”
“I need to know so I don’t do anything to lose the little trust you have in me.”
“Who said I trusted you? How did you allow yourself to come to that conclusion?”
“If you didn’t, you would have asked me to leave a long time ago, and you wouldn’t have kissed me like that.”
“True. It’s hard. Really, really hard,” I said, referring to trusting.
“Tell me, Abigail. I have all day. I don’t mind listening.”
“I really don’t like talking about it. So I would appreciate it if you respect that.”
“OK. Sorry about that. But one day I hope you will trust me enough to share what’s bothering you.” He was soft and calm while reaching out and holding my hand.
“Thank you,” I said. “Are you a stalker?”
“Whoa. Where did that come from?”
“You.”
“From me?”
“Yes. I never gave you my cell number, and you called me over fifteen times and left messages. I never gave you my address, and you sent flowers and then showed up here. Care to explain that? ‘Cause from where I sit, that shit is very stalkerish.”
“Abi. I have my ways of finding out information.”
“Stalker,” I blurted out jokingly.
“No, Abi. I am not a stalker. But I did utilize my resources and took full advantage of the private information of yours that I have access to. And no, I am not sorry for abusing your privacy rights or whatever you want to call it.” He looked me square in my eyes and didn’t blink. No remorse, no nothing.
Another red flag? He’s unapologetic about invading my privacy. And while you’re at it, red flag yourself for not being concerned about this predator who’s roaming freely with no respect for your privacy.
“What resources do you have that give you access to my privacy?”
“Me, Abigail. I’m my own resource. Next question, please.” His tone was controlling and demanding, but he kissed my lips to pacify me.
“Why are you here? What do you want from me?”
“I came to apologize and to get to know you.”
“Know me how?” I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.
“However you want me to know you, Abigail. But I prefer to know all there is to Abigail Marie Winterfield. Her likes, her dislikes, favorite color, music, food…you know.”
He is really dark. The way he talks, the way he moves; even his eyes are dark. And why haven’t my past experiences put those infamous brick and metal walls between the two of us? What the hell is up with that? Why do I feel so at ease, so natural with him?
“Who are you? My past isn’t all roses and sunlight, so I can tell that you are a dark person. I don’t need you to confirm or deny it.”
“I’m Zach Austin McConnallay,” he replied, puzzled.
“No. Who are you? I don’t know you at all, but I know that I’m a different person when I’m near you. I’m relaxed, free, and more curious about you than I am concerned. Why you? What is it about you? And why are you so damn controlling and domineering…commanding?”
“Controlling? Domineering? Commanding? How’d you gather that?”
“I told you, I’ve learned from my past experiences. Am I right?”
He took a deep breath and asked, “Would you rather have me tell you what you want to hear or what you say you already know?”
Fuck! My smart-ass mouth wasn’t ready for that kind of response. I am definitely playing with fire. Molten
“Oh, it’s funny as hell. You should’ve seen your face. It was like, ‘Oh shit, my ass is in the air’.” He really made me laugh when he imitated my facial expression.
“Enough laughing at me,” I said, pouting.
He kissed my pouty lips. “Better now? You know, you really didn’t have to change. I enjoyed the view when Carmen opened the door and you came charging at me. You were like a sexy little lioness. And me likey.” I blushed and shook my head.
Likely sensing that my guard was down, Zach asked, “Why is it hard for you to trust people, Abigail?”
“Wow! Straight to the point, huh?”
“I need to know so I don’t do anything to lose the little trust you have in me.”
“Who said I trusted you? How did you allow yourself to come to that conclusion?”
“If you didn’t, you would have asked me to leave a long time ago, and you wouldn’t have kissed me like that.”
“True. It’s hard. Really, really hard,” I said, referring to trusting.
“Tell me, Abigail. I have all day. I don’t mind listening.”
“I really don’t like talking about it. So I would appreciate it if you respect that.”
“OK. Sorry about that. But one day I hope you will trust me enough to share what’s bothering you.” He was soft and calm while reaching out and holding my hand.
“Thank you,” I said. “Are you a stalker?”
“Whoa. Where did that come from?”
“You.”
“From me?”
“Yes. I never gave you my cell number, and you called me over fifteen times and left messages. I never gave you my address, and you sent flowers and then showed up here. Care to explain that? ‘Cause from where I sit, that shit is very stalkerish.”
“Abi. I have my ways of finding out information.”
“Stalker,” I blurted out jokingly.
“No, Abi. I am not a stalker. But I did utilize my resources and took full advantage of the private information of yours that I have access to. And no, I am not sorry for abusing your privacy rights or whatever you want to call it.” He looked me square in my eyes and didn’t blink. No remorse, no nothing.
Another red flag? He’s unapologetic about invading my privacy. And while you’re at it, red flag yourself for not being concerned about this predator who’s roaming freely with no respect for your privacy.
“What resources do you have that give you access to my privacy?”
“Me, Abigail. I’m my own resource. Next question, please.” His tone was controlling and demanding, but he kissed my lips to pacify me.
“Why are you here? What do you want from me?”
“I came to apologize and to get to know you.”
“Know me how?” I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.
“However you want me to know you, Abigail. But I prefer to know all there is to Abigail Marie Winterfield. Her likes, her dislikes, favorite color, music, food…you know.”
He is really dark. The way he talks, the way he moves; even his eyes are dark. And why haven’t my past experiences put those infamous brick and metal walls between the two of us? What the hell is up with that? Why do I feel so at ease, so natural with him?
“Who are you? My past isn’t all roses and sunlight, so I can tell that you are a dark person. I don’t need you to confirm or deny it.”
“I’m Zach Austin McConnallay,” he replied, puzzled.
“No. Who are you? I don’t know you at all, but I know that I’m a different person when I’m near you. I’m relaxed, free, and more curious about you than I am concerned. Why you? What is it about you? And why are you so damn controlling and domineering…commanding?”
“Controlling? Domineering? Commanding? How’d you gather that?”
“I told you, I’ve learned from my past experiences. Am I right?”
He took a deep breath and asked, “Would you rather have me tell you what you want to hear or what you say you already know?”
Fuck! My smart-ass mouth wasn’t ready for that kind of response. I am definitely playing with fire. Molten
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