It started innocent enough. Dani sent me looks under her eyelashes, fluttering them at me, wondering if I even noticed her. I seem disinterested, almost bored with where I was. She’d glance around, pretending to look for someone while she is trying to catch my eye with her movement. It isn’t working. She is being too subtle. It is time to try a more direct approach. She turns in her seat and just stares at me, looking from my gray hair to my rugged facial features, to my loose-fitting jeans. I flicked my eyes to her, slowly looking from her head all the way to her toes then back into her eyes. She feels herself blushing, glad I had finally noticed her. Abruptly, I looked away, that bored look back in place. What the hell? Maybe I was gay. That had to be it. No one had ever done that to her before. She isn’t taking rejection very well. She got up and decided to try the other end of the club. She walked to the other end of the bar on the side of the dance floor, looking thru the crowd until she caught me staring at her again. She stopped looking and just stared at me.

She leans back against the bar and kept looking at me, willing me with her eyes to come to her. I took the hint and waded thru the crowd and leaned up against the bar next to her. ” Can I get you a drink?” I asked when I leaned close to her ear. My breath fanned across her ear and face and she caught the scent of alcohol in it. I’m on my way to being drunk which is fine with her. ” Rum and Diet Coke, darlin,” she replied and watched me as I got the bartender’s attention. My gray hair is in a crew cut and I held myself with a distinctive bearing, military if she is correct. I had on a striped polo shirt with faded loose fitting jeans. I seemd to be at least 6’6″, if not taller. I turn with the drink in hand and caught her looking me up and down. I decided to do just what she is doing and look her over. She knew she looked hot for 31. She had a white tank on with no bra and her shortest black skirt that should have been called a belt. Her heels put her at 5’8″ at least. She took the drink with a thanks and started to drink. She wanted to dance and wasn’t about to leave a drink alone on the bar. She made quick work of it and placed it back on the bar, turning to me.

” Wanna dance?” she asked, already knowing the answer. ” No, let’s go to my office in the back of the bar. I grabbed her hand and pulled her in behind me. She held my hand as I moved through the crowd to the hall and through a door. She turned back to me and mouthed, ” Why here?” Then she seen the black and white photos scattered across my mahogany desk, illuminated by a single desk lamp. Each one features different positions of an attractive petite slender woman. Her layered dark hair fell below her shoulder blades, and her chocolate brown eyes are framed by long dark lashes. My hand holding a picture showing Dani looking into the eyes of her lover, sporting a shy grin. By looking at her small build you could tell she is short, 5′ 2″ tall. This photograph is my favorite. I sighed and peered at the picture. I can tell so much about her personality through this single expression. Dina age 31 divorced petite woman is the woman in these photographs. Her hand trembled as she stared at the photographs.

Everything about her called to me. To me she is like a gazelle to a lion. I struck up a conversation with her, asking her about the photos. I managed to parlay our conversation and drink into bringing her to my office. Dani is in my office, I revert to form. I stalked her into the office, ” You look amazing in these photos. I am even more convinced you will be the perfect sex slave tonight. Tonight I have a few surprises planned. Dani is attempting to comprehend what this meant. The thought that she is going to be some stranger’s sex slave is too farcical of a concept to wrap her head around. How did this happen? Why me? I don’t want this. I don’t want to be held here and be with this monster! She…She can’t believe this…She has not dated since her divorce…She is not a virgin…But she knows she is very tight…she has trouble with inserting a dido…She doesn’t know how to handle this.

Tears trickling down her cheeks, she is in an unknown office with a stalker that knows details of her life and has photos of her in a compromising situation. No normal stranger would know or have photos. How long have I been watching her? More importantly what surprises could I be planning? She knows she is in trouble…the sound at thedoor shattered her thoughts. Dani looks up and sees me leaning against the door with a feral smile on my face. Shrieking she quickly crosses her arms over her chest. My deep masculine chuckle bounced against her head and fear coiled in her belly. ” So modest. Another trait that makes you irresistible.” I growled. My tone created a fierce anger that whipped through her. Her cheeks flushed in frustration at my cold tone. She is about to retort when she realized this is the first time she has seen my face, let alone my profile. She remembered my cold eyes from the bar eariler, but she can’t tear her eyes away from my rugged face. My gray crew cut hair. I have big muscular frame; however she knew and has felt the power behind my muscles.