Chapter 3 Dangerous

CHAPTER 3 DANGEROUS

She looked him over, reviewing him." If you wanted to, you would have." She said. " And yes I knew how I held the gun,I knew how I sized you up. If you were a threat you would have taken advantage, though I wouldn't have allowed you. But for the fact you were honest and forthcoming, a dangerous person won't do that."

He walked closer to her, just close enough that she almost paused breathing.

gods! Was this guy beautiful! How in the world could someone be this beautiful? Fair supple skin. Black eyes that danced like sparkling diamonds.

"I am worried you have a wrong definition of dangerous. You might just have it looking right at you, and you won't notice." He blinked and the bland coldness in his eyes dimmed a little." Well, Richard Monroe Right. Nice to meet you"

He reached out a hand to shake her but she just stared at it.

"Goodnight, Mr. Right" she turned on her heels and stumbled forward towards her place. She fumbled for her keys and used it to unlock the door.

Stepping in, she made to close the door but it didn't budge.

She turned and to her surprise, Richard was holding the door back.

She glared at him "I don't understand?"

His blank expression hovered with a touch of indifference.

She made to shut the door again, but his grip was stronger than her's. "Hey what the fuck are you--"

"I know you wouldn't mind me coming in... you hold the gun, I am at your mercy."

" And why would you want to be in a stranger's house?"

" I am cold. Perhaps you can make me some warm tea? If you have a potent herb for cold it would be better."

She narrowed her eyes and he sighed, pulling off his suit, making sure to empty his pockets. " Look, I don't have anything with me. I could pull off the underwear too."

" No need." She slammed the door in his face, seeing as he had let go of the door.

She left the inside lights off, so she could see what was going on outside, what this man was up to, because he didn't look like someone who was up to something good.

Why did he give her so much mixed feelings all at once.

Her innards swooned when she looked at his ethereal face, then there was his dangerous appeal, his appearance.

Those ones made her question her sanity , if she was thinking straight, muddling her mind because of a stranger.

These streets weren't particularly unsafe, but eyes had to be on alert when they had to be.

She pushed away the ash curtains decking the window, slightly , so she could get a better view of him.

The rain had began to patter over the rooftops, the intensity advancing.

He was still standing, staring out into the nightly streets, his hands stuck in his pockets.

All 6-something feet of him.

She wondered if she should have left him out there? What if he was waiting for a ride that wasn't here yet.

His clothes could get dampened by the rain.

And he had complained about the cold.

A few minutes later three black Rolls Royce pulled up and the driver of the first stepped out holding a black umbrella for the heavy rain.

He ran towards Mr. Right. "I am so so sorry Master. I deserve to be punished. "

Mr. Right waved him off. " You can get back."

The man's eyes widened and he fell on his knees. "I deserve punishment master. Please forgive me."

Right rolled his eyes. "Can you just stop being dramatic? I am waiting for my cup of hot tea from this lady. Do you want to ruin the fun I'm having?" He glared at his subordinate who responded with a cheeky grin.

"Alright master. Just call when you are ready, we'll be just around the block. "

" Get lost already."

The man got back into the car and they all rolled away.

The door reopened and this time the look on her face was more relaxed. "Get in."

"Oh, just about time. Hope it's ready?" He said and walked in.

She stepped aside and watched him take in the environ.

His eyes drifted to the ash cushions that nestled comfortably opposite each other, then up at the milky paint that coated the uninhabited walls and the smooth caramel boards that lidded the dining ceiling.

"I hope you don't mind my little place?" She asked.

" Little place?" He asked as he went to the dining area where pictures were placed on the white- metal table surrounded by ash chairs."tell that to a little kid. You have a neat place. Too neat for my liking."

From what she saw outside, she reckoned he was no ordinary guy.

Just who he was exactly, she couldn't tell.

"You said tea right?"

"What's all this?" He frowned, taking up the photos.

" It seems like you have a knack for touching people's things anyhow " she said.

He ignored her retort." Look, I am genuinely concerned. Is someone stalking you? Something is clearly happening that I am not aware of. None of my business of course. But I don't think I can stand here and have that nudge that you are in some kind of serious mess, and look past it. Once in a while we are obligated to be good Samaritans."

He looked at her, his eyes warm and her heart did a little flip.

The rain was pouring now, heavy, almost drowning out the sound of their voices.

He removed his suit, placing it on one of the chairs.

He undid his shirt by two buttons and that was enough for Nora's eyes to feast--for it to see.

The hard sculpted muscle that-- she looked away, up at him.

This guy really acted like he owned the house.

Who did he think he was?

"You know I don't actually need your help. I can hold my own. Maybe I haven't done some self introduction...my bad. I am Nora Raymond and I am well to do. I have my own company running and as a result this place is well guarded." She pointed abstractly to her surroundings in a bored tone, like she had better things to do than explain who she was to a stranger. " And I'm in a hideout. This is not my real place. I have some....work to do."