RIN
"Is this how we are going to be meeting, doll?"
"Not if you call me doll again."
Another night, at the paradise, my mystery masked man has approached me for the second time. Tonight, he hasn't waited for me to go to the upper levels for him to come to me, it seems, and even though I am aching to turn around and look at those eyes again, I stay still, sipping my glass of dark red with an air of nonchalance.
"You don't love pennames?"
"Not if it's something like a doll," I let my eyes roam around, ignoring the man who is behind me, whose breath is fanning the nape of my neck. It makes me want to press back.
"Do I look like someone who is breakable to you?"
His chuckle is dark, reminds me of those dark chocolates that aren't sweet, just very heavy on the tongue but melt as easily, leaving a rich, dark, bitter taste. My kind of taste.
"Not at first, but that's where the fun is, don't you agree?"
