Restroom time

As Mr Cross and I walk further down the road to the beach, side by side, people can't help but stop and stare at us.

It makes me happy to see the envious looks I am getting from all these girls. I bet they wish they were in my shoes, walking alongside such a wealthy and well accomplished man, who is also a sight to behold.

Suddenly, with no explanation. Mr Cross pushes me between the space of two building.

I gasp, not knowing what to expect. And before I can do or say anything, his lips are on mine. Kissing me with so much hunger, I thought we would be having sex in the dark, crammed space.

When Mr Cross pulls back, he glares down at me.

"Miss Smith, what are you doing to me?"

When he moves to pull away, I pull him back and hold on to his waist.

"The same thing you are doing to me, you want me just as much as how I want you."

Mr Cross laughs, "you poor baby. You don't know what you are getting yourself into."

He brush hair from my face then lets his hand rest on my shoulder.

"I'm not