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***That damn bad woman that I seek, is she back to torment me  all over again***

~Rachel~

The moment you opened the door, you let out a light gasp of surprise under your breath. In fact, to say that you were surprised to see her was an understatement. You were flabbergasted, flummoxed, discombobulated and totally shaken. And it was because you did not expect to see whoever was standing there, at the door. It was Carmen, the damn woman that had been hunting you since she had left you pliant and wanting, totally seduced. She was the very reason why you have been unable to sleep for the past few hours because she was constantly on your mind without any sign of wanting to leave you or your tortured mind alone. You wondered why she was there, standing, and staring straight at you as if she had found something she had been looking for since the beginning of time, her emerald eyes searching through yours that rose to meet hers. You held her gaze for a while before you lowered them to her outfit. You nearly muttered the curse word at the sight of her breasts sitting half exposed on her chest. But that had not been the very first thing that you had noticed on her.

The first thing that you had noticed was her dark outfit. Your eyes had constricted with desire at the sight of that tight unholy erotic black leather dress that brought back the arousal that your earlier fear had taken away. The dress wrapped round her curvy compact body beautifully, perfectly.  You sighed in pleasure internally as you subconsciously lowered your right hand. It was the hand that held the butcher's knife. The darkening of her eyes -which was liner with eyeliner- with want did not go unnoticed by you neither did her gaze that wandered to your own breasts skip your eyes. You noticed that her short hair was no longer a light pink color. It was now a bright blonde. When had she had the time to go to the coiffeuse in the about four hours that you both had parted? But you suspected that it was maybe temporary dye that had done its work as she took a cautious step forward, towards you.

"You?" You managed to say to her, quietly doubting whether it was her standing afore you or not. She suddenly stopped walking towards you and you wondered what you had said to make her do so. You stared at her but she simply pointed at the knife in her hands. You realized then that you had raised your hands again and was unconsciously pointing at her with the sharp butcher's knife still in your hands. Ah! The weapon you had brought to defend yourself from one of those -a stalker, a serial killer or whoever it was.

"Do I seem this dangerous to you?" were the words that left her glossy mouth at your actions. Your eyes once again followed her gesture to the weapon in your hands -and though you had registered it before, you were too in disarray to correct your actions. Your eyes flickered between her and the weapon afore you. And then... then, you hurried and nervously hid the weapon behind your back.

"It's late," was the only thing that came to your mind in an attempt to defend yourself.

"I know. I would have called but stupid me forgot to collect your contact information," she all but lamented to you.

"I see," was all you could say to her in reply.

OmaPhinaPhire🔥