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There’s a man sitting leg crossed on the love seat by the far wall.

“Good evening kitten” his fingers steeped in front of him.

“What the hell?!” I snapped, one hand to my chest to calm my beating heart.

“Don’t stop on my account” he flicked his index finger at me.

I push the straps of my dress back into place. “You scared the crap out of me!”

“That was not my intention” his voice is smooth as velvet, it sent a shiver down my spine.

I swallowed hard, “What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you, obviously”

He could have waited somewhere else. I almost-I almost undressed right here with him in the room if I haven’t thought to turn around. Heat spreads across my limbs, I didn’t even want to imagine.

Exhaling, I crossed my hands at my chest trying to get my head on straight, I look at him, he’s not moved an inch since our exchange, it’s likely why I didn’t see him.

It felt weird for him to be in my room, the last time was my first night here and I was dead tired to process anything,