1 Prologue

She pushed her legs between his splayed ones, her knees roughly shuffling the sheets underneath them. He smelled strongly of Aloe-Vera. She hated it.

It was dark.

"Why do you use Aloe-Vera?" She asked in a whisper, running her hard hands over his upper body.

"I don't..." He was barely audible.

"Then why do you smell of Aloe-Vera?" The disgust in her voice was apparent.

"Uh...I came in contact with someone who uses it for his skin care routine today."

She hated Aloe-Vera. The smell of it turned her stomach like spikes.

She slowly flipped her tongue across his nipples, forcing his lips to let out an heavenly sigh.

He tried to hold her but she slapped his hands off.

He felt insane. This was insane. He had barely just met her and he knew absolutely nothing about her. Earlier that evening, he had been out for a stroll when he spotted her. Her slim figure with curves so seductively perfect. He was a man who loved women, and he knew he wasn't going to let this sexy woman pass by without having a taste of her. As long as there were condoms in his pocket, nothing else mattered. So he had approached her and she had taken him to her home which he thought was bold but really weird.

And now... he wasn't exactly getting the treatment he had anticipated.

"Plea...please..." His voice was somewhere between frustration and pleasure. He craved release but the girl wouldn't even give him that. Half an hour was already gone, yet she would not stop teasing him, leaving him stuck in the middle of half ecstasy. Why wouldn't she do bad things to him the way he wanted?

"C'mon... Plea..."

"Shut up." Her voice was like the deadly hiss of the venomous King Cobra. He froze for a blind moment, suprised if not appalled at this sudden strange reaction. By the time he recovered enough to say a word, something hard was pressing against his head. A gun, he realized to his horror.

"Next time you see a lady like me, be careful how you look at her." She took the gun away from his head. Although it was dark, he could almost see her face smiling. His heart pounded out of style.

"Get out of my house." She said. "Get out now."

He couldn't even move. He was half-paralyzed with shock. "Wh...who....are...you?"

A long time passed. Then he heard her voice: deep and sure, husky and prim.

"I am Jessy Paris."