MUD

Chapter 12~ The Lair

Instantly she starts to blush and her eyes flicker with what I presume to be anger.

"I am sorry. I shouldn't have. I like you, and I've probably just scared you off. I should have waited until later on in the evening perhaps. My sex drive can be overwhelming" I try to calm her but then she startles me with a smile.

" I haven't had sex with a man for a good while, and I would very much welcome the idea if I'd known you a little better. We've been working across from each other but this is our first conversation longer than three minutes," she says.

"Okay, you want to know me better. You don't have to do anything with me, you can watch. "

"Watch?" she utters the word as if she has no clue what it means.

"Yes."

"Watch what?"

"Let's get out of here."

We stand together and though she is puzzled, she agrees to come with me. As I interlock my elbow with hers, I come in contact with her bare skin. The warmth goes straight to my brain.

"I do hope you will accept my invitation to come over to my place. If you are not comfortable at any point in time, I can have you home."

"This sounds as if I'm about to walk into some strange underworld," she laughs "stop being so serious I'm up for the adventure."
Victoria is now slurring on her words and I can tell she is a little tipsy. I'd never take advantage of her but she needs to know what she is getting into.

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Omniscient (look it up)

On the way to Bryson's home, Victoria is a ball of anxiety. The good kind. All through dinner the man had tickled her mind with his eyes. Under his stare she'd felt naked, but confident. He'd said she could watch. Was he going to watch porn with her but still not touch her? Could he really control himself?
If she was being honest Victoria wouldn't mind getting some, but she wanted Bryson to value her. Sex on the first date usually didn't matter and if other girls had this chance they would take it. But not Victoria.

Beside her, Bryson is on his phone and she wonders what is so important.

"Pressing matters to attend to?" she asks

"No, just confirming a few things. We're in for quite the night."

Frank pulls into the massive driveway a few minutes later and Bryson escorts her to the doors.

"Are we at a new hotel? It's nice." She says.
Bryson doesn't respond but in a swift motion, pulls out a set of keys to unlock the main door.

"Oh." Victoria lets out a sigh. If she weren't under alcohol she would have made a scene seeing that the detective owns the place.

Together they climb a few steps. The foyer is polished, and she still cannot see a front room. Turning a corner Victoria finds herself in front of an elevator.

"We could take the stairs," Bryson says "but those heels do not look very kind."

"Again, very thoughtful." Victoria smiles. Bryson then presses some buttons on the side of the elevator and a bright green light goes off. In seconds the doors open.

When they get to the upper level, Bryson takes Victoria's coat.
"Make yourself comfortable. I will be back in a few minutes."

At this point Victoria is regaining sobriety and she is registering that she is in an actual mansion.
"Jenna was definitely wrong. Is this all his?" she thinks.