Page 58 of Just for Fun
“Is this your house?” I ask when he doesn’t say anything.
“Yeah…” He lets out a quick smirk. “I wouldn’t kidnap you and bring you to some else’s house.”
I automatically lick my lips. They feel dry. I would kill for some water.
“I thought this was no kidnapping.”
Kyle stares at me for the longest time. I wish I had taken my cell phone out earlier, because I am getting a little worried. There’s a good possibility that I made a mistake when I allowed him to bring me here.
“Zara…” Kyle lets out a heavy sigh. “We have a problem.”
“W-what problem?” From where I’m standing, or rather sitting, I’m the only one with the problem seeing that I don’t know where I am, nor do I have my own transportation.
“I brought you here under false pretenses,” he tells me. And there it is. He finally admits that he is not a good person. How could I have been so stupid? What will my mother say when she finds out how I died?
I do have to take responsibility though and say that I am too naïve when it comes to guys. In fact, if I come out of this situation alive, I will try to date more, maybe meet someone who would like to have a relationship with me.
“Please don’t hurt me,” I beg. My voice is barely above a whisper when I say that. I am seriously worried.
Kyle’s eyes widen in surprise. “I think you’re misunderstanding what I’m trying to tell you, Zara.”
“I don’t see how that’s possible.” My voice comes out a bit stronger this time. “You’re telling me you brought me here under false pretenses. What do you want me to think?”
He shakes his head. “I didn’t mean that I brought you here to hurt you. What is this,Silence of the Lambs?”
“I have no idea what that means,” I confess.
“It’s a book,” Kyle explains. “And they made a movie out of it.”
Nothing of what he tells me makes any sense to me. What book? What movie?
“Why did you bring me here, Kyle?” I ask. “There is no food, is there?”
I can’t believe I fell for that. It’s like the equivalent of offering candy to a small child, only to lure them to your white van.
“There’s food.” Kyle surprises me when he says it. “But I didn’t bring you all the way here only to feed you.”
My eyes widen a bit more. “You didn’t?”
“No.”
I just now realize that my hand is still resting on his leg, exactly where he put it earlier. I want to snatch it away, but Kyle can read my mind, and he presses his own hand over it to prevent me from doing that.
“I felt this instant attraction to you the second I walked into that restaurant and met you for the first time.”
What he tells me matches word for word how I felt when he sat down at my table and introduced himself. I was instantly attracted to how handsome he was, but his personality made him irresistible to me.
“And then,” he continues. “We kissed…”
He presses my hand harder against his leg, and my fingers automatically flex around his thigh.
“I came home after that…” He moves my hand higher up. “And I couldn’t get you out of my mind.” My pinkie is now brushing what I am assuming is his erection. Either that, or he stuffed something in his pants to form the bulge I am currently witnessing.
“Your face…” He is so close to pressing the entire palm of my hand against the zipper of his jeans. “Yours eyes…” And closer yet. “Your mouth…”
His head drops against the back of the seat, and he lets out a low growl. I suddenly feel uncomfortable in my own clothes. I have this visceral need to beg him to undress me, and help me with this painful pressure I feel in between my legs.
“Did you bring me here to have sex with me?” I whimper.
