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am I allowing myself to think like this, I have to control myself? No good ever comes from losing control. I try as hard as I can to keep saying that to myself as I watch his eyes begin to roam my body yet again, undressing me with his sinful eyes. As much as I try to hate what is going on in this damn room I find the thought of his eyes on me, undressing me arousing. I want more, the feelings it conjures up awaken something I have never let myself feel before. It’s nice to think that someone could actually like what he sees when he looks at me. As quickly as those thoughts invade my mind they quickly turn back to disdain. Look at him, Grace, this man could have anyone he wants. He reeks of sex appeal and there is no way he would want you. I need to get out of here; I need to be able to clear my mind before this guy controls it with this madness he evokes in me. I step away from him to make my way back to the door when his voice stops me.
         “Where are you going?”
         “I…I need to go back and help with the bar.” I say, sounding far too nervous to be convincing. He takes another sip of his drink as he steps closer to me yet again, closing the gap I have granted in my favor. My breath hitches in my throat as my skin awakens from his gentle touch to my hand.
         “Don’t go, I want to spend time with you.” He says, and I can see the look of honesty in his eyes, a look I have rarely seen in a male before.
         “With me? I don’t think you really mean that.” I say, with as much conviction as I can muster up. I know how I look and I can see how he looks. In the real world our two different lives wouldn’t mix well together and this guy knows that as much as anyone.
         “Yes I do. I want you very much.” I can feel his eyes take in my response as I just stand there in complete shock at what he has just said.
         “How much for the night?” Oh my God, he thinks I’m a hooker. Oh my God, I think I’m going to be sick. A hooker. Where on earth did he get that idea from?
         “Are you serious? You’re crazy.” I begin to step away from him again, but stop dead when I hear his next words leave his lips.
          “I’m many things Grace, but I’m not crazy. I know what I want and I want you, preferably in my bed.”
         “N…no.” Without even knowing I’m doing it my head begins to shake from left to right and it isn’t until he places both his hands on each side of my face to stop my head that I realize I am even doing it. I drop my tray and my fingers instantly go for my wrist. Pull release, pull release. I can feel his fingers graze the skin around my lips and cheeks as his eyes bore into my own. He’s undressing me again with those eyes of his and I get the sudden urge to get away from him, pull release, pull release and I can feel the skin begin to hurt. I can’t be this close, it’s not good to be this close and I begin to step away from him. The look of confusion covers his face as he runs his fingers that have just touched me over his chin and he quickly places them back on my face. I need to get away from him. If I stay here with him then I can see myself succumb to his beauty and I cannot allow myself to do that. I will not do that.  I try to step backwards so I am against the door, but he still has his fingers on me so he simply follows me with all his cool demeanor. His eyes are still looking into my own, trying to read my thoughts, but I will not let him. I need time to clear my thoughts, I need some air and I reach out to the handle of the door. It suddenly opens with a small twist of my wrist and I can see it takes Samuel by surprise when he removes his fingers to be able to use his hands to stop himself from falling. If I weren’t in such an emotional state I would laugh but this situation is anything, but funny. I take that time to quickly race down the stairs, all the while pulling and releasing the band on my wrist. I crash