Continued....
He held me tightly against his side, making sure I wasn't putting pressure on my messed up ankle.
I was completely quiet as we walked passed some staff who couldn't keep their eyes off of Chris. A few of the girls were blushing.
I had to admit I was intensely attracted to his dominating and authoritative manner. Even though a part of me was screaming that this was very wrong and that I needed to get away from him.
I guess I would never know why he went after me, I'd just have to accept it. I didn't seem like his type. AT ALL. I had a few tattoos here and there, mostly hidden. No piercings and I just looked like a good gir- that's what it was. I just knew it. He was attracted to the innocence about me.
The dumb, drunken blonde in the corner giggling like crazy
