EVELYN
I watched as Mike leaned casually against the wall, kicking off his Nike Dunk sneakers like he was settling in for a long night. He exhaled deeply, stretching his arms before flashing me a confident and self-assured smile that made my stomach rumble in ways I didn’t like.
“Take a chill pill and relax Evelyn,” he said, his voice laced with amusement.
Relax? Was he serious?
I stood stiffly near the door, my arms folded tightly across my chest. My heart was pounding, but I refused to let him see my nerves. This wasn’t a date. This wasn’t some romantic getaway. This was like him wanting to have his way between my legs.
Mike took a step closer and then another almost looking like he wanted to swallow me.
Until he was standing right in front of me, with his expensive cologne which I would've loved to inhale if it was on someone else. Yes, the person you know I am referring to. Dave.
I didn’t move.
I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction.
Then, without hesitation, his hands found my wai
