Travels Trough Romance. by Akumi

Broken Schedule

Broken Schedule

He knew what she was, what she did. Knowing all of that, he still foolishly believed he could change the situation. Snorting at himself, his frosty eyes exposed his thoughts of retribution as he remembered the empty interior of his safe.

The memories of her delicate touches, her fingers drawing even him into her twisted tangle of seduction. Her fragile and pliable body against him was a blatant deception of her strength. Narrowed eyes forced the echo of moans and ecstasy induced cries from his mind, leaving the bitter taste of silence, the silence only she could leave. Smirking, he relaxed as he knew payback was his.

Stepping through the entryway, her foot kicked out behind her, sending the door into a noisy close, the angry sound did little to appease her own. She accomplished what she intended to, she robbed him blind. At least that's what she meant to do. Doing surveillance on him for the last two months, she knew he never came home before nine P.M. That was his schedule, he broke it.

She had gotten up to his bedroom when the front door alerted her to his presence. Of course she panicked and tried to think of an escape route, but knew he already smelled her. There was a confrontation, which turned heated, heated in a completely different way. It was more than a lay to her, she fell in love.

Shaking her head while fingers worked, her safe was opened. Shock was her first reaction, eyes wide, humor streaking through the shock. On the empty shelf there was a white note with one neatly printed word, 'Tag.' Tossing her head back, a laugh tore through the shadowed house.

Smirking in wonderful relief, words threatened the night. "Let the games begin you little sneak of mine."