Chapter 7 What Did He Just Do?

• Justin steps back and stares blankly at her.
• And suddenly, despite the open space, the walls seem to be closing in on him. He's suffocating in a whirlwind of confusion.
• What. The. Fuck just happened?
• He needs space. Needs to think.
• He shouldn't have done that...kissed her. He'd lost control for a moment. Her unique scent had wafted into his nose like a drug, seducing him to the point where his last bit of control evaporated. He'd wanted to feel her breath... wanted to touch her warm body... wanted to fuck her where she stood and hear her scream out in pleasure...scream out his name.
• Fuck!
• Confusion, frustration...exhilaration? This and many other feelings course through him. He feels disconcerted and unable to process and understand the depth of his feelings. He sweeps his hair aside trying to gather his thoughts.
• This whole scene a moment ago was quite unbelievable, shocking really. His mind is reeling, unable to comprehend or process anything. He looks away, then looks back to see if she's still there. She is.
• Shit.
• He just jumped her.
• Justin screws his eyes shut to escape the embarrassment that washes over him...and an odd feeling of guilt. Feeling every shade of stupid known to man. How could he be so fucking idiotic?
• He suppresses a groan as he recalls her sweet, wholesome scent, strawberries and cherries, and how soft she felt in his arms. Feeling simultaneously glum and aroused. His whole body tightens in a hot, heavy rush as desire hits him like a shit tonne of bricks, again.
• Ugh! What the hell is wrong with me? Why does she have such an effect on me?
• He tries to bring his body to heel.
• Michelle's eyes are wide and as immobile as the rest of her face as if a situation like that is impossible to absorb any faster. She's frozen for maybe ten whole seconds...confused and dazed at what just happened.
• A shadow crosses her face. She screws her eyes shut and bows her head as if ashamed. Leaving her with a heart that explodes in her chest, clammy skin and hyperventilating as she leans against the wall.
• Adrenaline pumps through her body and her legs give out from under her and she slides to the floor. Her hand at her throat in an effort to contain her emotions. She lets her eyes rest a moment, to allow herself to calm down. She takes a deep cleansing breath.
• He... just kissed her.
• And she kissed him back.
• Those beautiful smooth lips came down onto hers, warm and wet and passionate. She touches her fingers to her lips. The kiss was aggressive but not unpleasant.
• No, not unpleasant at all.
• So this is what a kiss feels like? So sweet and silken.
• And, my, oh my, what she had been missing. Just as she was going to lose herself in this moment, he had retreated, a look of discomfiture on his face.
• How can he touch her, kiss her like that, and refuse to take it all the way? It doesn't make sense. Men don't have that kind of willpower, do they? She certainly doesn't have that kind of willpower.
• Not that she is begging for her own rape. She blames the tsunami of teenage hormones that washed over her and the Pay Per View porn sessions that are now regular shows among the fuckards who identify themselves as her bodyguards, left her frustrated, and on a dry spell.
• And damn the mouth on that man. He had her dripping instantly with all his filthy words despite the situation she was in. She's never heard such dirty words spoken to her before and it turned her on tremendously. She wanted to do everything he'd planned to do to her and more.
• She does want him, as terrifying as that notion is. She wants to touch him, to feel his skin against hers. A dark burning deep inside her that she knows only he can assuage.
• She wants his mouth. Craves more from him. That brief feeling of his cock on her lower stomach through their clothes made her hungrier than she's ever been. It angers her, too.
• What did he think he was doing—kissing her like that, and then ignoring her?
• Fucking bastard.
• Michelle swallows and tries to ignore her rabidly building desires and the itch in her sex.
• Not once in her life had she ever thought she would find herself in a construction building, pressed against the wall, aroused and fervently kissed; by a stranger... but an absurdly sexy older man no less.
• She takes another deep breath to calm her pounding heart. She has to get a grip on reality. For men like him, she could have simply been anybody.
• Still, something about him makes her feel safe and comfortable—but it shouldn't, Michelle knows that. Part of her knows she's not supposed to let him in. If anything, the handsome stranger relaxes her and makes her feel far more comfortable than any strange man should. It's disconcerting really. She should be making for the exit, running as far away as she can. She needs to get her head examined.
• The adrenaline is slowly slipping away and the shock of what happened is starting to wear off as reality begins to hit her.
• What could he possibly want with her? She wants to forget everything. His look...His rejection.
• Jin crouches down in front of her. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to frighten you."
• Frighten me?
• The overwhelming feeling of rage, embarrassment and humiliation wash over Michelle as she interprets his words as his expression of regret at what just transpired and she instantly feels foolish.
• The one thing you should never do to a woman, whether you kiss her or make love to her or fuck her, is apologize straight after.
• "Motherfuckingsonofawhore." She grumbles, hurt. Then raises her eyes to meet his. Her expression raw. Her despair palpable. Folding in on herself. She must be crazy.
• It's so fucking embarrassing. Just kill. Put a bullet in my head and end this agony.
• Justin sighs. Perhaps I've offended her... Bloody hell.
• He's tangling himself in knots. He doesn't know how to behave with her.
• Justin takes a deep cleansing breath and steps back putting a distance between them. He figures their proximity is what lead to this in the first place.