~14-Jamie's Here~

We arrive at a good looking house-but it's not my house so I don't really care.

The car comes to a halt right at the entrance and the engine quiets down with a flourish-it's a nice car.

"Where did you bring me?" I ask the rich snub with a calmness I'm definitely not feeling.

"My house" he smiles confidently

I want nothing but to slap that sick smile off his face.

"Why did you bring me to your house?" I turn to face him with the fakest smile.

"Because why not" he shrugs nonchalantly

I want to beat the crap out of him so bad but I stay quiet, making sure to take deep, long breaths to help me calm down.

"Oh, baby. There are so many things I would like to do to you" He slurs seductively as he leans towards me.

All I feel is disgust.

"Would you please take me back to my house?" I ask, leaning towards the window and away from him.

"I will" he whispers "but let the rain subside, will you¿"

Like I've got a choice.

I nod slowly "but if you don't mind I'm gonna just wait in the car"

"Well, I do mind. I can't let you do that" he frowns

"No, I honestly want to stay here" I say, shifting unconformably in my seat.

"NO" he deadpans.

Just because he says it with authority doesn't mean I'm going to do as he says, he's not the boss of me.

But then, it'll actually be a little uncomfortable staying here so I nod meekly.

"Good, let's go" he smirks, obviously thinking he made me change my mind with his authoritative tone.

I shake my head at how dumb he is.

He gets an umbrella from God knows where and turns around to open the door for me.

He leads me into the building, holding the small of my back like I'm some old lady and making sure to keep the umbrella right above me.

'What a gentleman' I scoff mentally.

When we're finally inside, he offers me coffee which I accept.

I hate coffee but at least that would get him to leave for a few minutes.

The house is warm and cozy, there's no heater though because apparently most houses in Savannah do not have heaters.

It actually feels good to be inside.

He soon resurfaces after a few minutes with two cups of coffee.

He places them on the table and sits right close to me-too close.

I adjust, moving farther from him.

He smiles and bends to pick a cup of coffee before handing it to me.

I fake a smile as I take the coffee from him.

"So, you live alone?" I start to make small talk.

"Yes" he says proudly "...though this house is just somewhere I come to when I need some alone time.

Can this guy do anything without being a proud snub¿

Twas just a simple question and he answered it with so much pride.

I can't stand him.

"So, you're really proud of your accomplishments?" I press

"Yes. Not everybody can do what I do" 

"You really think so?" I ask

"I know so" he says and I sense a challenge

"Your parents must be real proud of you" I decide to tread on something lighter.

"Yeah, they should be" he frowns

"I'm guessing they're not?" 

"Nope. What they want is for me to get married" he recovers from his frown "..and I think I've just found right one"

I cough awkwardly.

I raise the cup of coffee to my mouth and his eyes glint with excitement.

Awkward much.

I stare right at the coffee as if to analyze it's content.

I want to drink the coffee just to be polite but then it hits me-I'm in his home, this is his territory, this is just where he wants me.

There might be something in this cup of coffee to make me just how he wants me.

I can't be where he wants me and how he wants me at the same time.

I bump into him in a strategized mistake and all the coffee goes pouring right out onto his white leather couch.

"I'm so sorry" I say in a high pitch, fake-apologetic tone.

"Um..it's...it's okay" he mumbles.

I can tell it's not okay though. He struggles to even lie.

Good

My subconscious smirks and gives me a  high-five.

"No, it's not. How can I help?" I say dramatically "where's the bathroom?"

"No, don't worry. The cleaning service will be here tomorrow" he mumbles, still staring at the big, black stain the coffees made.

Maybe the couch is expensive?

And then I start to feel guilty. What if there really was nothing compromising in the coffee?

Oh no. What have I done?

"I'm really sorry" I say genuinely this time.

"It's fine" he mutters.

"I'll get the cups" I say as I stand up.

Taking my cup from the couch and his empty cup from the table, I make my way through the path I saw him take to the kitchen.

The kitchen is quite easy to find.

I make my way to the sink to wash out the cups.

As soon as I'm done doing that, I dry the cups with a napkin, drying my hand in the process.

I turn to find the cabinet where the cups should be kept and I'm startled by the sight of the rich snub.

"Hey" I breathe "you startled me"

Damn it. I don't even remember his name.

"Sorry" he says quietly.

The look in his eyes makes me squirm. He's looking at me with so much desire, I actually want to puke.

"Um" I clear my throat "where do these go?"

"Up there" he points, his eyes never leaving mine.

I turn to find where he's pointing at and damn, it's so high up.

I nod and make my way over to the front.

I raise my hand as high as I could with one of cups in my hand.

At this point, I wish I wore those heels Britney wanted me to wear.

"I'll help you" he mutters, standing behind me.

He moves closer to me and takes the cup from where I have it in the air, putting it where it belongs effortlessly.

He rubs his erection against me in the process. I shift and wiggle my way out.

He takes the other cup from the counter and puts it in its rightful place.

Then he turns to stare at me.

I'm standing close to the door by now.

"All done" he whispers

"Thank you" I smile-my first real smile since I saw his face this evening "The rain has stopped, I'd like to go home now"

"Sure" he smiles back as he makes his way towards me.

We're walking back to the living room until suddenly, he pushes me against the wall.

"You're such a f*****g tease" he whispers as he slams his lips into mine.

Kissing me aggressively.

I push him off me and start speed-walking away.

"Come here, you little b***h" he groans as he holds me down and tries to kiss me again.

I give him a swift kick where the sun doesn't shine.

He bends over, groaning.

"You crazy b***h, you wasted my aphrodisiac, do you know how expensive that was?" He cries.

So the coffee really was drugged.

I was going to leave him like this but not anymore.

"Wow, you're so unmanly" I taunt "such a crybaby"

It seems to work because he stands up and tries to send me a slap which I block easily, giving him a punch in the face.

He sends me a punch in the stomach but it doesn't hurt-not even a little bit.

"Aww, baby, is that the best you could do?" I tease.

I decide to end this. I give him a punch in the face then in a one swift move bend him over in front of me, twisting  one of his arms.

"Never mess with a lady that goes on a date in sneakers" I whisper in his ear as I throw him to the floor and then I'm out, grabbing my purse on the way out.

Now I'm on the street so late in the night, grateful to whoever came up with Google map.

It's a really long way to walk but have I got a choice?

'No, not really' my subconscious answers my rhetorical question.

My phone rings and an unknown number flashes on my screen.

"Hello" I say as I answer the call.

"Danielle" he breathes

I recognize the voice immediately

"Jamie?"

"I'm right behind you, wait right the,zre" he says and the line goes dead.

How is he right behind me? How did he know where I am?

A few minutes later, he arrives in a black Porsche 911 turbo.

Latest Porsche. This is expensive sh*t

"Are you just gonna stand there gawking?" He smirks.

"I might" I whisper, still shocked as I hop in the front seat.

"How did you manage to get this from being a high school teacher?" I mutter, trailing my finger along it's windowpane.

He stays quiet.

"Will you let me drive it?" I ask, wide-eyed

"Maybe someday" he whispers.

I hold on to that promise as I sit back and smile to myself.

I'm grateful he doesn't ask questions about how I got here.

I'm so glad he's here.