Send “UNF” to pin my muse against the wall with DESIRE
Send “UGH” to pin my muse against the wall from FURY
Send “DONT” to pin my muse against the wall to prevent them from LEAVING
Send “AH” to pin my muse against the wall but letting a RANDOMIZER choose
“This isn’t going to work.”
Her words simple, brooking no argument.
The envelope slid back across the table to him, unopened. Full.
And she is. But she can’t love someone who doesn’t want to be loved. Who won’t allow her to do her job where it is concerned. It happens on occasion. She is unable to give them what they want. What they need. In such cases, all monetary transactions are returned in full.
The preliminary attempt to connect so concluded, she rises, purse slipped silkily over her shoulder - like a camisole strap in reverse - and walks to the door.
There is a sudden sound, like the furious whisper of wind through wheat grass and large hands encapsulate her bird-bone shoulders. spin her about as easily as snapping a neck. slam her to the wall.
She manages to smother back a resulting noise between her lips, but the breath beneath it is unavoidable - escaping in a low grunt of force. Her eyes unblinkingly on his.
She doesn’t move or struggle. She knows doing so will only incite him.
She wills her breathing to even, her heart to cease clamoring against her ribcage.
