I go to work the next day, thankful that it’s Friday. For the next two days I didn’t have to think about Garrett or Tobias or their involvement, but I did have to think about the invitation burning a hole in my purse.
The eighteenth of November was this Sunday, a masquerade ball and I was truly debating on going. A small part of me believed Harrison had something to do with everything, where exactly he fit in, I didn’t know but, there was something.
The man terrified me.
Even knowing that Tobias and Garrett were evil, even knowing that Tate’s disappearance had something to do with both of them, and I could be their next victim, that fear had nothing on me compared to the fear that Harrison compelled in me.
I wasn’t sure if it was because he made every nerve inside of me light up like a live wire, or that he had my heart pumping hard enough to give me a heart attack, but he made me aware. Aware of my weaknesses. Aware of my size and weight. He made it so very clear without lifting a single finger how he gained, and I lacked.
Perhaps it had something to do with the feelings he invoked in me. The fear mixed with the arousal.
I never thought it possible, but when he’s near I’ve never been so turned on before.
It helps that he’s as sexy as sin with all those tattoos and piercings, a far cry from the safe man I’d usually go for, but maybe that’s what scares me.
Maybe it isn’t that he has something to do with this. Maybe it isn’t that he has something to do with Tate’s disappearance.
Maybe I’m afraid of him because of what it says about me.