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Me: Well, practice that a little longer, I’m still in a towel.
Mr. Darkness: I don’t mind breakfast with a view if you don’t.
Chills surge over my body as his dry way of flirting reminds me of how he touched me last night as we danced at the club. Not giving in to his persistent ways, I take my time finding the most homely yoga pants and long t-shirt to wear. I even brush my hair a few times before I go to open the door for him.
The second I turn the latch; the knob rotates and he pushes through the door with a crew of servants behind him. “Set up the table over here… wait… I see her bedroom has more space in it. Put it next to that window over there.” He’s wearing a suit again. His serious demeanor has me watching his reactions as he takes in my apartment. He stands in the doorway of my bedroom, adjusting his cuffs and looking like perfection while the chaos of cleaning goes on behind him. He turns to look at me and with a sexy smirk, he begins to move toward me.
“Camille, you look gorgeous.”
“Ok, now I know you’re insane.” I step around the bar to put something between us and start to make coffee. He stands next to the counter and I can feel his stare burning through me.
“You do realize I didn’t sleep at all last night planning this day for us.”
“What made you assume I didn’t have plans?”
“I didn’t assume anything. You can change your plans if you have them.” I scoff at his response just as his servants all come to him for further guidance.
“What’s all of this about?” I wave my hand toward the people standing in my living room staring at us as if they’re waiting for permission to breathe.
“You may all go. Thank you.” He follows them to the door as they all leave my apartment and then locks the door behind them. “I think we can both agree that you were never going to meet me anywhere to talk… so I decided to come to you.”
“You don’t know.” He smiles at my defensive response. “Ok, you’re possibly right, but can you blame me? You’re a very…” I pause to think of a better word than creepy, “determined person and I’m just not used to dealing with someone like you. I work alone for a reason you know.” I walk into my bedroom to find my bed made and my dress from last night folded at the foot, my lacy bra and panties sprawled out next to it. Rushing to hide the lace, I ignore the material that catches my eye to the left. “Jesus, can a girl have some privacy.”
“Don’t worry. They’re used to it. I had my assistant note your sizes so I can send you some gifts.” My eyes pull to a dress hung on the door frame of my closet, hooker heels in three colors on the floor beneath. I walk closer to find the back is completely cut out of the dress and start to laugh.
“There’s no damn way I’m wearing that.”
“Camille. It’s going to look perfect on you, trust me. This is my expertise.”
“So you barge into women’s homes and get the size of their panties and bras… That’s not something you should really be bragging about you know.”
“Not just bra and panties, my dear.”
“I don’t know whether to call the cops or just throw you out. Something tells me the cops won’t find anything wrong with what you’ve done… do you own them too?”
“No.” Why is he so confident? His posture is perfect as he walks to the table he had brought in. He pulls out a chair and motions for me to sit in it… even though I try to give him the stand-off he deserves, I find myself moving to sit in the chair. His dominance is heavy and his persistence is annoying, but maybe if I just listen to what he has to say… he’ll leave me alone.
