Breathe Me

Chapter Two

I finish at one thirty and am tired as fuck. Mr. Waterhouse who I am dying to learn his name has been making advances on me all night. I know I should be happy and flattered that someone as gorgeous as he is finds me attractive. But what i really feel is afraid. How can someone like that really like me? I am just exiting the restaurant door when a sleek black car stops right infront of me.
"Noura can I have the honor of giving you a ride tonight?" Mr. Waterhouse says with a determined tone.
" Umm.. Thank you so much but I don't climb in cars with strangers" such a lame excuse! But I cant seem to think right around this person.
His eyes are laughing but his sensual mouth is set in a determined line.
" Come inside Shatzi. I dont bite. " he winks at me.
" It's really okay. I just live around the block. No need for giving me a ride... Oh! Not that I dont appreciate it.. I do but I'm sure you have better things to do than to give a waitress such as me a ride" I run out of breathe. Being nervous always makes me talk nonsense.
" Noura I am not the type of person to let a beautiful girl walk on her own at one am!" He ranks his hand through his hair clearly frustrated.
" Now come.. I will never hurt you. I just want to see you safe at home."
I hesitate at first but I can feel his serenity in his eyes.
" Okay I guess.. Thank you" I murmur as I'm climbing in.
As soon as I'm in the car I feel the current between us becoming stronger. Oh God! He smells delicious too! I hear his breathe quickening and he seems to tense.
Do I smell bad? Shit I must smell like onion soup..
He looks at me then. His gaze liquid fire and I feel myself getting wet. What is wrong with me? He leans closer as if he want to kiss me. I close my eyes my breathe now coming faster and faster. He doesn't do anything except caress my cheekbone and my bottom lip. It makes my breathe hitch in my throat. Stop this! You are not a prostitute.. He only wants to play with you then throw you away. But I cant help it. His touch sends electric currents running through my veins. I never want him to stop. His fingers are then traveling downwards touching my jawline, then my neck, then he's caressing my collar bones. He stops there and I hear him taking in a breathe.
" I am sorry. I couldn't not touch you. Your skin is amazing.. So soft and silky smooth. Makes a man crazy." He growls deep in his throat.
I open my eyes and find him inches away his breathe coming in short. I am so turned on. I have never felt this way before. But I am also afraid. My heart is beating fast and my mind is telling me to run.
" I... I should .. I should go home now." I am now trying to exit the car. But he holds me by the shoulder. His touch hot making me paralyzed with need.
" Please let me take you home. I swear I wont do anything. I just lost control for a minute there." He whispers with pleading eyes.
" Okay" I cant seem to say no to him.
He smiles then a smile so bright it lights up my whole world and makes him even more gorgeous if that was even possible.
I look away and give him my address. Let him see who I truly am, where I truly belong.
I am sure then he would be disgusted.