Dancing with the Devil
(By itsshawtybae)
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I immediately grabbed my knife strapped to my thigh and pointed it at the person behind me's throat.
"Seriously?" I whispered.
He wasn't even fazed by the fact that I could've easily slit his throat. He just stood there, hands behind his back.
"And why aren't you wearing any pants?" he asks looking me up and down. He places his hand on my shoulder, shoving me out of the way. I stumbled, almost falling.
"Cause yours wouldn't fit," I say trying to shove him back but he didn't budge.
He raised a brow at me as he grabbed a water bottle.
"I think your ass is to fat," I grin looking him up and down. "Gimme a little twirl, let me see," I wink at him and he stares at me in aware, eyes wide.
"You just-" he cuts himself off with a little head tilt. "You're a troubled little girl, aren't you?" he teases, opening his water bottle.
"So I've heard," I smile. I grabbed a huge bowl of strawberries and headed over to the island. I plopped down onto one of the stools setting the bowl down.
"Hey," I slowly say and he closes his bottle. "I just realized that I still don't know your name yet you know mine."
"You know my last name."
"No I don't..." I trail off.
"Yes you do," he slowly nods.
I pause in thought. "Oh yeah, de Luca," I smile. "But I still wanna know your name though."
"And why is that?" he asks taking slow steps towards me.
"So that I can address you, obviously."
"Mr de Luca will suffice," he nods.
"I'm not on your payroll so I don't have to 'mister', you anything."”
