"I'm not beautiful." She told him, hoping that he would leave her alone. He stared at her incredulously and she watched as his dark eyebrows arched into a quizzical frown. "Okay then," he shrugged and her immediate reaction was of shock. He looked at her curiously and she coughed under his intense gaze. "Would you like something to drink?" He asked her with a blank expression. She narrowed her eyes at him. "I hate you." She blurted out before spinning around on her heels to exit his bedroom. Hand on the door knob, she was halted by his grip on her elbow. She turned around to face him with a tongue heavy of curses, but she was stopped by his lips crashing down on hers. She gasped in surprise and he used it to his advantage and plunged his tongue into her invitingly warm mouth. She shuddered and gripped his shoulders for support, afraid that she would fall. But she had a feeling that she had already fallen. For him. The Sex God. How did that happen? Copyright©1999beauty.