Page 32 of Trick or Threat
“Dance with me. You can’t sit here all night in this outfit, hiding. It would be a fucking crime. I promise to be a perfect gentleman while on the dance floor.” I narrow my eyes at him.
“You kissed me without permission or even telling me your name, so you’ll forgive me when I call bullshit.” He grins with a little shy nod.
“Fair enough. My name’s Zek.” He tilts his head, waiting for me to return the politeness.
“Genesis,” I say on a sigh.
What harm could giving him my first name cause?
“Pleasure to kiss you.” I grin at his cheeky answer.
“Dance?” He pulls me closer to him so a drunk frat boy doesn’t trip over me getting by.
“One,” I say, needing to move around to help dispel the feeling of claustrophobia.
“We’ll see,” he whispers in my ear before moving us into the other room, where the party is really in full swing.
Four songs later, his hands haven’t moved lower than my waist or higher than my bra, and I’m burning up from the sweaty dance floor and desire.
“Need the restroom,” I yell into his ear and point to the door.
He nods and helps me over to the door. I knock, and blessedly, the restroom is empty. I hurry in and go into the stall. The door opens as I’m peeing, but I’m so lost in the sensation of relief that I don’t pay much attention to who came inside.
I finish, flush, and stand at the sink washing my hands when I feel a sharp sting in my arm.
“OUCH! What the fuck?” my voice trails off into a slur.
“Easy, Preciosa.” My knees grow weak, and Zek catches me in his arms.
Alarm bells are going off in my head. I’m in the bathroom alone with a virtual stranger who has drugged me, and my eyes start to water. As tears run down my face, I manage to use my remaining strength to growl at him.
“Yoouu proomisseed,” I barely get the words out before my eyes grow heavy.
“I promised to be a gentleman on the dance floor. In here, I’m just Pirate.” The drug takes me out into the darkness, but not before I hear him muttering to himself.
“Gonna enjoy tearing this fucking outfit off you.”
The End
