Michael smirks playfully before retorting, "Well, the ones in trouble are always blonde chicks," I notice him eying my fair locks with increased interest. "So you could be cursed you know. Just make sure that when the bad guy is chasing you, you take your own advice and run for help." Oh I’ve been chased by a bad guy before. Several actually. The only difference is that sometimes the villain attacks in less obvious ways. Such as instead of wielding a knife and a lust for carnage.
He packs a platinum Master card and an attitude that what he wants he gets. I chase away all of those yucky thoughts by gazing deeply into my dates eyes. He’s completely different from any other guy I’ve ever been out with. I can tell his intentions are…well not completely honorable but close enough. His warm palm runs across my arm slowly and the close contact causes the tiny hairs on my arms to stand on end. How is it that I crave the lightest feel of him?
A provocative expression makes it way across his handsome face as he continues, "Besides, the way horror movies are these days, you are wearing way too many articles of clothing for the bad guy to want to chase you. So I'm pretty sure you're safe." Hmmm. Interesting. “You’ve got a valid point.” I remark while tilting my head slightly to the left in a challenging position. “Well, I’ve never been one to back down from a little danger.” I admonish with a saucy raise of my eyebrows.
My fingertips lightly tease along the hem of my top and I make sure our eyes our locked in a heated gaze before I lift it off in one swift motion. Meeting his stunned eyes I toss the shirt aside and lean forward fully intent on picking up where we left off. “What about you?” I question seductively. “You willing to take your chances with a scantily clad blonde?” I look down at my crimson bra and then up as if he has an option.
