It was Sunday, allowing Rosette ample time to prepare for the date. She had let her long blonde hair out of its usual ponytail, styling it in cute curls. Rosette emphasized her green eyes and applied what could pass for lipstick. Standing at 5'8, she was not unattractive with a size C chest and a generous rear end. Having spent considerable time running the hospital stairs during her training, she had grown proud of her legs and wanted to flaunt them. Choosing the only skirt she owned, a snug black piece with a thigh-high slit, Rosette paired it with a tasteful red sleeveless top and a thin black sweater for warmth. Twirling in front of the mirror a couple of times, Rosette ensured the colors complemented her pale complexion, especially during the winter months when she tended to look fragile. Satisfied with her appearance, she aimed for a look that was neither overly doll-like nor too provocative, just enough to capture a man's attention. Upon her arrival, Rosette found her date alr
Rosette placed both hands on his chest and pushed hard, but he didn't budge. Opening her mouth to scream, it was quickly covered by his, tasting like heady red wine. His tongue explored her mouth skillfully, inducing a low groan when she tentatively reciprocated. Feeling his warm hands cupping her face and cradling her head, she surrendered, realizing she wasn't resisting him anymore.He enticed her with his seductive mouth, using his body to keep her against the wall. Determined, he ran his hands down her body, resting on the swell of her backside. Gently rubbing and kneading, he caused her skirt to gradually bunch around her waist. Clutching the hard muscles of his chest, she corrected herself - pectoralis muscles, as her eyes snapped open."I am a doctor. I am in a nice restaurant looking for a man to marry. I'm not desperate enough to engage with a stranger in a bathroom," she thought to herself, turning her head away and pushing at him once more. He chuckled, nuzzling her neck an
At a certain point, Rosette realized that "Don't go so fast" was not actually a warning, glancing back at the officer. Although she couldn't see much, it appeared as though something inside the patrol car was emitting a faint yellow glow.Upon arriving home, she parked in front of the garage, adjusting her skirt self-consciously before briefly glancing at the patrol car. The officer genially waved back, grinning the entire time. Hurrying up her front steps, she swiftly entered her modest house.Once inside, she activated the alarm and double-checked the door locks. Without hesitation, she practically sprinted to the bathroom, shed her clothes, and stepped into the shower. While scrubbing herself, she seriously contemplated incinerating the outfit she had worn. Chiding herself, she attributed the unwanted male attention to the attire, vowing to avoid such encounters in the future.As she showered, she attempted to wash away the lingering sensations from her encounter with Mr. Tall and
Those pills have been associated with extreme cases of sleepwalking and sleep driving. The addition of alcohol seemed to be the tipping point for Rosette. It appeared that she had unconsciously gone shopping the previous night. Deciding to forgo the pills, Rosette indulged in a juicy pear, rediscovering her love for fruit. She chuckled at the thought of keeping fresh fruit at home, a departure from her usual reliance on microwave meals.Upon opening the refrigerator, Rosette was astonished to find it stocked with fresh meat and vegetables. Delving into the supplies, she discovered eggs, bacon, and fresh bread. Notably, her staple milk and mustard were now placed on the door, a deviation from their usual prominent position. Puzzled by where she managed to shop at such a late hour, Rosette proceeded to cook eggs and bacon, relishing the meal.Feeling pressed for time after focusing on non-essentials that morning, Rosette hastily prepared for work, opting for a blue sweater and tailored
"I'm taking sleeping pills when I'm stressed and anxious, unsure if i'll ever fall asleep. Like when someone pulls me into a bathroom stall for... reasons," she glanced at the front seat, faltered, then continued, "or suddenly knows my name or has me followed by the police. For the record, I never expected to be entertaining company last night after going to bed in my own house!" Her voice rose on a crescendo that Pavarotti would be proud of as she stared directly into his eyes. They were blue-grey, she noticed, and very pleasant to look at.The low growl emanating from his chest was definitely not a laugh this time. "No more pills. They aren't good for you," he stated with finality, "and please call me Kyle."Rosette stared into those gorgeous eyes, "I'll take whatever I damn well please. I don't know you. I don't know why I'm here with you, and if I'm correct, this is the first actual conversation I've had with you. I won't stand to have you bossing me around. You don't even know me
Kyle talked about his family with love and pride. He said he was the head of his family, and it was his job to protect and nurture them. Having grown up with a distant alcoholic father, she was appreciative of his noticeable dedication. She couldn't hold back the comment that ran through her head, though."You don't look old enough to be the head of your family," she told him bluntly."In my community, head of the family is a designation of skill and genealogy; it doesn't necessarily mean I'm old, Rosette," he laughed at her.Kyle wanted to know about her family, her friends, and even her job. He seemed genuinely interested in what she did all day. She had never told a stranger as much as she told him. His presence was comforting, and she forgot to be nervous. She even found herself laughing at his jokes and swatting at his hand as he reached over to take a piece of artichoke off her salad."I've never tried it," he said, popping part of the artichoke heart in his mouth. He grimaced a
The group continued to look at Rosette solemnly, as though expecting her to say something."That's really weird," she started slowly. "I'll have to pay attention.""No," Ryana interrupted. "He is a wolf. You need to run, okay. You need to get out of here before something terrible happens to you. Or has it already?"The group took a collective step backward and eyed her."Nothing has happened," Rosette stated, putting her hands up. "I can't just run away," she told them. "I owe a lot in student loans and I have a contract here, I can't just disappear. Frankly, if he's planning to hurt me, I can't imagine what his motivation would have been for coming in here and meeting everyone. He's really put himself in a position where he'd be implicated if something happened to me." She continued to plead silently with her eyes, hoping the rest of this weird conversation would be quick."He's a wolf," Ryana repeated. "He came here today to make his presence known. He was here to mark his territory
Deep inside, Rosette mourned, regretting not fleeing when the opportunity arose."Leave the woman alone," a voice from the front of the van commanded. "You're leaving too much scent on her, and the Kook may turn on us. I don't want trouble from that erratic stray."Rosette shuddered at the mention of the Kook, which halted the rough handling.After what felt like an eternity, the van stopped. Distracted by her captors, Rosette had lost track of her surroundings. Dragged out and hoisted over a hairy shoulder, her blindfold slipped off, revealing a mass of fur. In the darkness, the rustling of leaves filled the air.As she turned her head, fear gripped Rosette. Bright golden eyes stared back at her from the four creatures accompanying her captor. Walking on two legs with wolf-like faces and fur-covered bodies, they moved with a silent grace. Startled by her gaze, one of the creatures lunged towards her, snapping, and eliciting barking laughter from the others.Dumped unceremoniously ont