Page 5 of Whiteout

Kris studies me for a moment. "Sure, I can take you into town. There is a Christmas carnival every year also. It draws in a lot of tourists. I'll take you if you'd like. I'm sure you would love it."

Chapter 5

Kris

“Would you like another glass, Ivy?”

“If it wouldn’t be any trouble, I’d love one.”

Good answer.

I push myself out of the chair I was sitting in and stand in front of Ivy. She looks up at me, unsure of why I'm standing in front of her. I make her nervous and she looks a little frightened. It makes my dick hard.

"I need your glass, Ivy."

"Oh," she shakes her head. "Of course, sorry."

"I'll be right back."

I made sure our glasses were slightly different; I couldn't risk fucking this up. Mine has a design etched into the glass on the bottom, that's the only difference. I didn't put anythingin her first drink, just straight bourbon. I wanted to talk to her before she lost consciousness. In Ivy's second glass, I'm adding an extra ingredient- Rohypnol. I know some people might not see this as the most romantic way to begin a relationship, I get it. I just don't have the time or patience to deal with getting to know someone. And then comes all the damn feelings. I know she is meant to be mine, so why waste our time? It was fate that brought her here to me, not some fucking podcast.

I think back to the moment I saw her step out of her car, the way the snow clung to her dark, red hair. That pull that I felt to her, it’s unmistakable.She's the one I've been waiting for.

Ivy is sitting on the couch exactly where I left her, her legs curled under her, looking around at the cabin.

“Here you go.” I hand her the glass of bourbon, letting my fingers brush against hers, lingering just a second longer than necessary.

She takes the glass, her smile brightening the dim room.

"Thanks again for the drink. Your cabin is incredible. I love all the wood and the fur throws."

She takes a sip, and I watch her closely. Her soft lips wrapping around the rim, her eyes closing briefly insatisfaction. She has no idea what I've slipped into her drink.

"It's so warm and inviting. It must be nice to live up here, away from everything."

"It has its perks being up here alone."Like right now."So, tell me about yourself." I settle back into my chair, watching her intently.

"Well, I'm 32 and a podcaster. I have a degree in broadcast journalism. I met my best friend, Sam, in my freshman year of college." She takes another sip, no doubt tasting the oak and sweet notes of vanilla in the bourbon. She's completely unaware of the drug now swimming through her veins. "I live in a suburb of Cleveland. No pets, no kids. That's about it. I'm pretty boring."

"No husband?" I prompt, already knowing the answer I checked into who she was the day she booked her cabin reservation. Her cheeks flush at my question, and a ghost of a smile crosses my lips. It makes me want to find out what the rest of her creamy white skin looks like flushed that same color.

"No... I'm recently divorced. He had a few problems." Her voice holds a hint of sadness, but I'm not interested in her past. I have plans for her future.

"Problems?" I am curious what she considers problems.

"Hehad a problem keeping his dick out of his secretary."

I almost snorted the sip of bourbon I had just taken. This fiery little thing is more entertaining than I expected.

"I can see how that might be a problem. And the other problems he had?"

"It took me a while to realize it, but Dirk didn't marry me because he loved me. He just wanted his foot in the door at my grandfather's law firm. Once he was in and they made him a partner last year, he no longer needed me. So, besides the problem with his whore seeking dick, the other problem he had was that he is a giant asshole."

Her words make me smile.An angry little thing, isn't she?I love it when they have a bite to them, it's always more fun.

"So, he used you to get what he wanted?" I lick my lips slowly, savoring her words like I would the taste of her sweet skin. "That’s a shame. You seem like a catch.”

“Thanks, I guess. Live and learn, right? I’m starting over, and so here I am. Doing my podcast, putting one foot in front of the other. Sometimes a girl just has to take care of herself.”

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