Something about that leer made both excited and made her fear him. She wasn’t completely sure what all she expected from him because they were practically strangers. Sure they sort of went to school around the same time and she knew of him. She read enough magazines to get the general idea of who he was. It didn’t change the fact she really didn’t know all that much about what made him work. He certainly was different from the masses though.
She took his hand and lifted herself up, eyes gazing over him. She liked being the prey and that was vaguely what she felt like at that moment standing there in front of him uncertain whether she should sit back down. Instead of acting on impulse, she let him act for a change.
“I’m starting to think maybe all those groupies were prudes,” she teased.