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A shiver runs down my spine, and I know I need to get away from him.
“Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
I half expect him to stop me again, but this time, he lets me pass.
As I walk away, I can feel his eyes on me, watching my every move. But I refuse to let him see how uneasy it makes me.
A normal person would feel bad if they made someone uncomfortable, but I still can’t shake the sense that he would enjoy it.
Chapter Two
Silvan
I sip the expensive scotch I stole from my father’s liquor cabinet, letting it burn down my throat.
As I drink, I watch from the shadows as the girl who caught my eye earlier wanders aimlessly through my house.
I didn’t invite her, so I wonder who did. Clearly not a boyfriend. Maybe a friend, but I haven’t seen her spend much time with any of the girls, either. Could be a party crasher, I suppose. I’m sure there are people here who weren’t invited, just heard about the party and decided to show up. Doesn’t seem like her, though. I don’t know her, but just observing her here, I can’t imagine her going out of her way to come to a party she wasn’t even invited to.
She seems utterly out of place at this party and not at all the charming socialite I’m usually attracted to.
I don’t know why she intrigues me so much, but I’ve been watching her since I noticed her sneaking out of one of the empty rooms…alone.
It’s not unusual for people to sneak off together at a party to hook up, but as I continued to keep an eye on her, I watched Sophie creep in and out of our private rooms completely alone and for no apparent reason.
Odd behavior, that.
I might think she’s here to spy on us, but no one in their right mind would send a girl with such unusual eyes to evade notice. Catching her gaze once means you have to look again,and she’s hardly skilled at blending in with a crowd. Sophie stands out like a sore thumb. I can’t seem to keep my eyes off her.
I suppose it doesn’t hurt that she’s wearing that sexy little farm girl costume, but plenty of girls here are in much sexier costumes, and none of them hold my attention.
I envision getting her alone, wrapping her blond braids around my knuckles, grabbing her tight ass in those cutoffs…
Fuck.
The way she would look up at me…
My cock hardens just imagining it.
I want the real thing.
She didn’t even want to talk to me, though. Might be a bit of an obstacle.
She felt an attraction, though. I wasn’t alone in that.
By the way her gaze lingered, I could tell she liked my costume, too.
And hey, now I know we’ve seen at least one of the same shows.
I bet we have so much in common.
That doesn’t feel like the truth, but I’m still glad I went with this costume. It feels fitting, given the filthy thoughts of raping and pillaging the cute little farm girl inspires.
I’ve been watching her for hours and can’t believe she’s still here. She doesn’t seem to have any friends here, though she briefly chatted with a guy dressed as the Tin Man fromThe Wizard of Oz.
I didn’t like it.
Yet another illogical response.
