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delicate features. “P-pardon?” She nearly chokes out the word, her eyes huge as she takes a large step backward, looking me up and down.
    Suddenly my leather pants feel a little too supple as my dick hardens and swells. My eyes land low on her outfit once again, A tight—very tight—pale pink, long-sleeved Adidas running top, paired with miniscule black, skintight short shorts. Her tits are on full display, hidden only by the thin material. Unusually full for her small frame … beautiful . To top it all off she’s wearing bright purple kicks with neon orange laces. Fucking purple!
    “I, I was just out for a run,” she stammers, trying to hide her sexy blush.
    I dip my chin and ask, “You were outside, on the streets, running around … dressed like that?” I cross my arms over my chest and stare down at her with a scowl of disapproval.
    “Yes, why?” Her eyebrows are drawn together, her trepidation clearly apparent.
    “Fuck woman, you wanna be raped?”
    She gasps and steps farther back from me, hand flying to her chest. “What! Why, no, no of course not! Why in the hell would you say such a dreadful thing, Mikkel?”
    “You look in a mirror?” I rake my eyes down her once again.
    “Well, yes, of course I looked in the mirror! Just what are you getting at?” She plants her hands firmly against the top curve of her hips. She’s getting pissed off. The agitation flaring in her eyes is getting me so fucking turned on. She’s got a fire burning deep inside of her. I knew it ….
    “Babe, you’d bring any guy who wasn’t gay down to his fucking knees with that smoking body of yours, and that’s not even bringing the beauty of your face and hair into play. You’re lucky you made it back to the building unharmed. You shouldn’t ever go outside dressed like that. Next time you want to go for a run you can do it on the safety of my property.”
    She stares at the floor, clearly stunned and embarrassed by the directness of my statement. Her long red ponytail sweeps down over her right shoulder to reach the bottom swell of her breast.
    “You got plans?” My voice comes out harsher than I’d intended.
    Her eyes fly back to mine but she remains silent, watchful.
    I take a step closer, towering over her, and ask again, “Saturday night, min skjønne , you got plans?”
    Her eyes brighten at the term.
    S o, she looked it up. She likes it when I call her my beauty. Good, it suits her. Sweet, soft, and gorgeous. Fuck. She’s so adorable. I’ve gotta have her. Soon.
    “Ah, no actually, I was just about to pop into the shower and then watch a show on the telly. Oh, how rude!” She opens the door wider before stepping to one side. “Please, please come in.”
    I step onto the stone floor of the foyer. The modernist décor seems Spartan and cold, save for a fascinating painting that is hanging against the right wall. It’s unframed, its color flowing out onto the wrapped sides of the canvas. It sits at eye level and is lit softly by the spray of a pin light dropping down from the ceiling.
    My eyes track over the red and gray rectangular segments of color that are nothing special by themselves. But there’s something about the overlapping pattern that makes the painting as a whole fantastic.
    I dip my head in the direction of the painting and say, “You do that?”
    “Yes.”
    I can tell that she’s watching me closely. I stare at it a few moments longer. She’s talented. Very.
    “It’s unique.” I kick my chin up. “Go take your shower now, Elora. We’re riding out.”
    Her head tilts in question. It’s obvious that she’s unsure, perhaps even frightened at the thought of being alone with me. I’m not giving her the chance to back out. No way.
    “ Skjønne , seriously don’t like repeating myself babe. What the fuck, is my English that awful?”
    She whispers in astonishment, “I’ve never had someone address me the way you do, Mikkel. I’m not accustomed to it. You, well, you need to be