Watch out.

I moaned sleepily, rolling onto my stomach I shuffled onto my back and then pushed the loose strands of hair from my forehead.

I sat up straight.  Stretching my aching back. I've never slept so well. My dream must of been fantastic. My skin quickly prickled with goosebumps. I'm cold. Not ready to open my eyes yet, I stand on weak shaking legs.

My dressing gown is on the hook of the door. I began to walk towards it while rubbing the stickiness from my eyes. 

"And where do you think you're going?"  The deep Irish scented honey coming from across the room.

My eyes shot open, and my body automatically stumbled back a few spaces as I swung my head around to find the stranger in my bedroom.

Except it wasn't a stranger.

"What are you doing here?" I asked,  my voice coming out as a high pitched squeak. My hand raising up and one accusing finger pointing at him.

He laughed . Not full blown laughter,  but more of a rough sarcastic laugh. "This is my world princess. I haven't entered yours, but you've entered mine. Don't panic love. And don't run. I'll tackle you quicker than a rugby ball at a match. Sit down and I'll explain."

I loudly gulped and my fingers began to twist into one another. A nervous habit of mine. Oh, bugger. This isn't my house.

I calmed my hands just below my breast. Sending a smile his way I answered him. "Ok then Mr. I'll listen to your explanation."

I sat back down on the black couch. And looked up at him, keeping my smile in place.

"Your brother owes me -us money. You'll stay with us until it's paid. Alright sweetheart.  That's all there is to it."

I sat and thought for a moment before continuing.

"Ok. Johnny will pay quickly.  I'm sure. Do I get my own room." showing him my best smile.

I need to be kind and polite to the handsome stranger. Who knows what he's capable of doing. 

I'll stick to my usual happiness.  He hasn't threatened me in anyway.

And I need him to let his guard down around me. Especially for when I run.

He has just sat looking at me for a while now. And although it's quite strange and off putting I feel the ache that lives inside me stretch and burn.

"Yes." he grunted at me. "So you will basically be my companion for sometime.  Where I go, you go. What I do, you do. You may find yourself having to try some new things. You don't want to be a boring guest."

I can tell from the smirk painting his face that he's trying to make me uncomfortable.  I won't let him. And I most certainly won't show him any discomfort on my behalf.

"Can I have something to eat please? I take it you will also be feeding me."

I watched him as the shocked expression flitted across his face. He wasn't expecting this response. Ha! 1 nil, to Christina.

He stood up and stepped towards me with his hand raised. The motion so fast that I quickly flinched. Tightly closing my eyes, head tilted to the floor.

When I felt no contact I slowly looked up to find him stood over me. A hand out in invitation. Well, I felt slightly silly now.

I reached my soft hand into his rough calloused one.  The friction of skin sent a shudder through my body. One that I could not hide.

He spun his hand so that he could grab my wrist. And in a harsh, tight grip he yanked me to my feet, pulling my body against his.

My breasts were suddenly squashed against his hard chest, and my nipples immediately peaked, a small gasp leaving me.

Feeling humiliated at my bodys sick reaction,  I quickly pull away and cross my arms over my chest incase anything now looks different.

I see his eyes darken while he looks at me. His white teeth sinking into his bottom lip. Uh oh. Maybe he's angry. As he takes a step forward,  I take four back. He doesn't like me moving away from him, and continues to stalk me across the long room.

I stop when I feel the tables edge digging into my lower back. I am definitely sure, that I don't like this game.

He stands only a breath away. Caging me against the table. One hand on each side of my hips, gripping the edge of the wood.

He leans in, his hot breath fanning my face. Oh God.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

My face flames at the obscene question. "What? Well, of course not. Why would I want that? Don't be silly. Why would you ask such a question."

His eyes leave a tingling sensation as his gaze trails my body. The curve of my neck, my covered chest, my stomach and hips, my bare legs, and my pump covered feet. Then he retraces the trail back up to my face where his heavy looking eyes meet mine. It does something to me. A strange noise leaves my throat.

"Then stop fucking doing that. Stop everything you're doing.  I have warned you.  Carry on darling and I won't be able to help myself. Understand?"

I nod slowly.

"ANSWER ME!" He shouts.

"YES!... DON'T SHOUT AT ME!"

Uh oh. Uh oh. Uh oh. This is weird.  I shouted at him. That's not nice. Quick, do something nice.

I smile.  My most, innocent, sweetest smile. There. He won't want to hurt me now.

"You Mr, have an attitude."  With that I duck under his arm and skip towards the door.

"So, what's for lunch?"

I'll have to watch myself with him.