Dancing with the devil

I was nervous but I didn't want him to know that. He really wanted me to do this, and in a way I did myself. It was like fuel to fire. He knew that I would do anything to be in his presence. I wasn't in denial that I was being some what manipulated into a situation that would ultimately lead me nowhere.

"You nervous babe?" His hands rubbed my outer arms sending chills up my spine. He stood tall above me with his groin up against my ass. I could smell the sweet scent of Ralph Lauren cologne lingering from his body.

"Yeah I guess." My eye's followed the floor not being able to look up at him.

"Remember we're a team babe. Don't forget that. What ever happens to you happens only with my consent. You hear me?"

"Yeah I hear you." I was unsure about my dealings with him. You know how you get that gut feeling like something's not right. On the other hand I felt safe around him. He hipnotized me.

"Turn around and look at me." He demanded. He grabbed me by the chin gently lifting my face up.

"I'm not going to hurt you babe. You have nothing to worry about..."

"Are you two finding everything alright?" The sales lady stood a foot away from us staring suspiciously. Willie stared at the clerk gritty like. My man had a temper that sometimes couldn't be controlled. The slightest thing could set him off.

"We're okay. Thanks?" I politely sent the sales lady away.

more to come...