158 The Proposition

Townhouse, Annecy

Sam looked at the slicked blond, jaw clenched. The last draw was that evening when she literally had the Hotel and room number of that Chemical Engineer attending the Ball. 

Levi Jackson walked in casually, inviting her back home. His long arm snaked around her waist from behind, pulling her close to his side. The way he looked down at her warmly and the dangerous proximity when he leaned forward to whisper to her ear caused her mind to go blank for a second.

Her eyes dilated, his familiar hypnotic scent overwhelmed her senses, bringing her back to the memory of the reunion when he pushed her against the door.

 "It had turned stale. We should head back to the Townhouse, Dear," he said, warm breath caressing her exposed skin, and she forgot how to speak. 

It took her a second or two to return to her senses, just in time to catch a glimpse of the man looking at her in disgust as he departed.