Demetria Rivers. It finally hit him, this was the name of the female sitting in such minimal proximity that her naked flesh was rubbing the side of his leg. He had tried to read most of the patients` files in the past days so he knew what he was dealing with. Stumbling uppon her file, he thought she would be an interesting persona and she really was. Kit could not deny that fact. She certainly had her ways of getting under the skin of someone even someone tough and rough on the outside like Kit. Now putting a face to the information he had read, it all made perfect sense. Her disorder linked with her appearance⊠no wonder she was managing to achieve what she wanted especially when it came to male attention. She appeared to be the type of girl who was getting exactly what she wanted and when she wanted it. However, Kit was the same. He could so easily change his attitude like a snake would shed its skin. The only thing that mattered was the end goal. When such was present, there was nothing stopping him of getting what he wanted. Two people of similar nature gathered at same place seemed like it might possibly result in some explosive outcomes.Â
Rules for Kit were everything BUT boring. In order for his whole plan of achieving his goals to work out, the dominant male had to establish a certain set of rules. Without rules he would be lost, wandering through the desert like someone looking for water.Â
âIf you did not care as you said, you would simply say exactly what you`re thinking without second thoughtsâ he nodded, a slight smirk appearing on his scruffy face. âAnd where would be the fun if there weren`t any rules? Without them it would be complete chaos and not the fun kindâ he gave a light shrug, glancing at the brunette.Â
The corners of his lips tucked into a slight smile as he pictured the situation, which the female had just described. On one hand he was aware that was definately not going to happen, but on the other hand it sounded quite tempting to say the least. The very fact that she mentioned his leather jacket suprised him slightly. This old and covered in scratches jacket was so special to Kit that he was just refusing to part with it, but he did not think that someone else would find it attractive - especially a girl like Demetria. She looked classy and evidently very caring of her appearance. Definately not someone who would appreciate an old clothing item like that, but who knew. Everyone had their turn ons.
âHmm, well If I have to be honest with you Demetria, I can`t be arsed to do that since i am not even on my shift so what do you offer then?â he asked, gazing at the brunette with curiosity in his eyes. This question was mainly aiming to simply test how forward she was willing to be.Â
It was instances like this that the beauty had forgotten all about her teacher beau â the one who was a gentleman, who treated her with such grace that he would much rather place her in his own bed whilst he took the couch ( not that he was anywhere to be seen now ) but Kit? Now, he seemed like a real bad boy. It was no lie that Demetria was into men like Kit; rough and ready, able to throw her around and leave her on her toes. He wasnât very SECURE â she wasnât promised a loving relationship where they would talk about the possibilities of what existed on other planets, where he was going to buy her roses and chocolates. No, her and Kit could be together when it suited them and when they both had other priorities â they would take the lead. Chewing on the corner of her lip, her glossed cherry snapping from her pearls as hazels watched his features change attentively, Demetria realised that he wasnât FLINCHING at anything she did. Why was that? If he was so hot on his job, then he wouldnât have even been entertaining her and despite not being on âshiftâ, would have sent her back to her room in a heartbeat. He must have been enjoying this. Digits continued to dance over their leather flooring, twisting and turning in every direction as though her fingertips were a solo ballerina with the spotlight following her every move â hypnotic hues glazing over him as though he was some dessert behind a glass counter, calling her name.Â
âI donât care but maybe, I want to hear you express your thoughts first. Iâll give you that â rules can be valuable, which is what makes it all the more fun when it comes to BREAKING them.â
Ears perked up as he outright said he couldnât be bothered to take her back to her bedroom. It was way past curfew and there was not a single soul around â nobody but them⊠Even Doctor Wright would have been tucked up in bed at this hours, dentures sat comfortably within a glass next to his bedside table as his wife laid sound asleep, not knowing about the torture he imposed upon his precious castle. What would he think about a patient SEDUCING one of his own staff members? Cocking an eyebrow at the challenge that the security guard presented, the beauty perched herself up on the edge of her seat â lifting a bare thigh over his so that she was able to crawl into his lap, fingers gripping onto the magazine and closing it as she placed it on the seat that she was previously sitting in. âI can offer a night of fun and nobody will ever have to know⊠Iâm a little lonely, you see. Being in this place at night time all by yourself is absolutely DEAFENING.â With her words, the beauty leaned in towards him â placing his palms atop of her exposed skin, soft as silk and as enticing as lace. Petals brushed against the lobe of his ear, sending a hot wave of breath pirouetting over the crook in his neck whilst her fingers intertwined their way through his blonde locks.Â
âOr we can just sit and talk about motorcycles whilst I twirl my hair around my finger and act like the bimbo in every movie ever.â
