His fingers&lips; I feel the betrayal touching

She first set her eyes on him whilst he was walking back to his hotel. Golden brown hair, enthralling eyes, magisterial sense of presence and a graceful strut. Even as a man, any other males could have easily fallen for this beautiful creature.

The moment she wanted to look away, he gazed at her with a smile and walked towards her. That night, she was slightly drunk, and lonely; needless to say, she was still aware of this man pacing himself towards her. She clutched on her handbag, and cling ed onto a wall nearby. With each step the man took, her heart skipped a beat. What would he want with me? Who is this mysterious person? Am I in danger?

Questions overflowing her mind; she started to waver and couldn't stand upright. Her legs finally gave up on her and she was falling, falling, falling... and then there was a hand. A hand which held her with conviction. Looks like he made it on time. It was strange, really strange, to not feel any menace emitting from this gentleman. She felt safe, and protected, unlike what she was supposed to feel; fear and awkwardness. Then she thought, maybe this is how it all starts. They will look as pure as an angel before they turn over unveiling their dirty true colors.

She blushed, and he beamed. It was as if an introduction was taking place in silence. He let go of her and she looked at him with drowsy eyes. Maybe, just maybe, she had too much to drink and the after effects were taking a heavy toll on her. "Why should I care; it isn't as if I have anyone to go home to..." With that last thought, she collapsed, unable to withstand anymore mind games.

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She awoke to a few periods of churning in her system and ended up throwing up. "Damn hangovers", she said with remorse. She tried to recall what it was that happened before realizing that she wasn't in her own bed, in her home. White sheets, with lavender scents, and dozens of items which would have symbolized a suite fit for a goddess. Shocked and amazed, she thought to herself, "I'm still dressed, but what is this feeling; as though a night of gratification had occurred..."

Flashes of a gentleman;

Feeling flushed, and hot, she begins to wonder.

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to be resumed, awaiting it's next existence on a page yet to be written.