Polly had a faux-mohawk, a plug in his ear and a body that made Les repeat the words hubba hubba in her head while her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth.
He was the kind of guy who usually looked over her, around her or through her, except he didn't. He looked at her and he invited her out.
It had to be a joke, right? Les wasn't the kind of woman, men built like Polly asked out. Or wanted to hang out with, or play games with or kiss, or... hubba hubba.
This is a single scene story of 2,500 words about Les and Polly from Unsuitable.
Licking his lips at me, he stared intensively at me with his 6'3 figure standing over me, realizing i had no more room to back up i stood frozen in my spot as my breath hitched in my throat. He brought his hands to my neck gentle squeezing it
"Why you playing games with me Katrina" he asked me with a smirk plastered on his face
No words came out, his stares were making me nervous and he was turning me on by the minute, i stared at him for what seemed like another minute before i began to speak
"Um I- I" as my word started to get tangled up.