Oh, no. She pulled her other hand all the way back.
She wasn't just pulling it back... she was winding up. Like a big-league baseball pitcher. She was putting her entire body into this one, twisting her little hips and everything. She was going to end him.
She released it. The hand-missile was launched!
It was aimed straight at Alex's other cheek. The one that wasn't already bright, shiny red and stinging like a bitch. She was trying to make them a matching set!
But... of course... obviously... Alex was not the same dumb idiot he was thirty seconds ago.
Unlike last time, he was absolutely ready now. 'Oh no you don't, you crazy, hot-as-hell little woman!' his brain screamed. He wasn't going to just let this woman dominate him! No. Freaking. Way.
If anything, he was going to be the one to dominate her. That was the rule. That was the way. The man is in charge! The man dominates!
