A Bourbon

"A bourbon," he replied as he found a seat in the corner of the room. "All I have is wine, and I hope you aren't expecting anything fancy", she replied, as she retrieved a bottle of red, and two clear plastic cups from her suitcase. Slowly, she walked towards him, studying his face. His eyes were dark, revealing a multitude of sleepless nights. His hair, long. His beard, unshaven. He appeared to her as a stranger; a brush of the shoulder on an otherwise busy street corner. "How long?" she asked. "How long, what?" he snapped, taking a sip of wine. "How long have you been searching for me?" she inquired, her beautiful eyes meeting his.

"The minute I discovered you left. I woke up and you were gone, Anna. Why? Why would you do this to me? Why would you fucking do this to me?", he cursed. Although she desperately wanted to tell him, she couldn't. Instead she replied apologetically, "You look awful". For a moment he contemplated leaving; giving up on the woman he loved with all of his heart. A year had passed; 365 days of pure, unbridled torture. In his dreams he had demanded an answer; a reason for her disappearance. "Anna-" he started. "Stop, Damien. Just stop", she protested as she sat on his lap. "Kiss me".

"Kiss you? he yelled, struggling to move her. "I know you want to, Damien. I can see it in your eyes. That's the thing about temptation", she paused, "You never know when you might get another chance", she argued, wrapping her arms around him.

Although every part of him was trying to resist her, his body gave in. He found himself intoxicated with desire, as his hands caressed her smooth, naked body. "Anna", he moaned as his lips found her neck, her breasts. But just as quickly as it started, she pulled away. "Don't move", she whispered as she pulled a gun from underneath the chair. "What the hell is going on Anna?" "Don't move, she demanded once more. He watched in disbelief as she put on her robe and walked towards the door. "Don't say a word".

A second later, a knock bellowed from the door. "We know you are in their cupcake! Open the door, before anyone gets hurt!" a voice echoed. "Oh, yeah? Are you sure about that?" she replied confidently, as she positioned herself and her gun. "You got two seconds to open that door!" Quietly she laughed, predicting the impending demise of her uninvited guest. "ONE, TWO" she whispered, as she released the trigger sending a bullet through the door. 

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