Blame It On Gravity

Kidnapping

"Save it for the bedroom darling," he said as he wiggled his eyebrows. "We're home anyways."

"Oh my god," I groaned and swung my door open.

"Hey, I was trying to be romantic and open the door for you!" he argued.

"Just give me my keys and go home," I sighed.

"I can't," he said happily as he walked with me to the door.

"Why the hell...," I started but realized. Fuck.

"Do I get to meet the in-law's today, darling?" he asked as I opened the door.

"The only thing you'll meet will be this door if you don't shut up."

"Feisty. I like it."

I left the door open as I walked into the house and turned on the lights. "What time are you going to get picked up?" I asked as I put my bag down and turned towards him.

"Do you live alone?" he asked, completely ignoring my question.

"I live with my brother but he's on a trip." Thank goodness.

 

"Well then, we got the house to ourselves," he said suggestively. Telling him was a bad idea.   

I ignored him and climbed up the stairs, calling out that I was going to get changed and to make himself at home as long as he kept his clothes on and didn't burn down my kitchen. He asked me if I needed help getting out of my clothes and I returned it with a threat to castrate him if he even dared to set foot on the stairs.

And hopefully doesn't walk into the garage, I thought to myself. I wasn't exactly sure how I would explain a Maserati in there. I knew he expected us to have money since we did go to the same school, but I wasn't quite comfortable that someone knew we had that kind of money.

After I took a shower, I walked back downstairs to see that somebody had made themselves extremely comfortable and stripped their shirt off and laid on my couch watching TV as if he owned the place.

"What the hell are you doing, and why is your shirt off?" I demanded. "I thought I told you to keep your clothes on!"

"It's really hot," he said fanning himself. "Maybe it's just because you're just so close to me," he said with a wink.

"When is your ride coming?" I sighed.

"I'm staying here until morning," he said as he focused his eyes on the television.

"I'm not kidding Ryan," I said.

"Don't call me that," he grumbled.