“I can’t understand you.”
“So?” His voice was harsh and unimaginably cold. He knew she couldn’t hear him.
“I can’t understand you. This music’s too loud.”
“Yeah. Let’s go.”
The stench of perfume and smoke evaporated as they stepped outside of the nightclub. It was late. She hugged herself tightly against the cold. He paused for a moment, examining her in the street light. Blonde. Perfect bone structure. Shining blue eyes.
“Do you have a car?”
Her lips were so red. Livid, almost.
“Yes.”
They walked down the street together. Her shoes clicked. It was almost business-like. Maybe in another life she would have been a hooker. Maybe she was a hooker. No, she had told him what she was. He couldn’t remember though. Secretary, probably.
A few minutes later they were in the car. She looked out of the window hungrily while he drove. Neither of them had spoken. She had put the radio on. Or maybe he had, he couldn’t remember. Rolling Stones.
“Are you going to fuck me?”
He smirked a little.
“Maybe.”
“You better.”
He glanced at her with a raised eyebrow. She stared back defiantly. His smirk grew.
“Keep pulling that face. You’re adorable.”
“Adorable? What am I, a kitten?”
“No. I’m working on the assumption you’re a girl.”
“Whereas you’re just another guy. I won’t remember your name tomorrow.”
He blinked and let the moment pass.
“We’ll see.”
The silence of his house was oppressive. He had decided she couldn’t be a secretary. She was far too assured. She paused for a moment while he shut the door behind them.
“Nice place.” She murmured. He turned to regard her and saw more than just poking playfulness, more even than the cold, flint-like flirtation that is sometimes found among the beautiful, for they learn to assume lust from others and do not understand how to go about creating it. He saw a shining cruelty in her eyes, and a delightful shiver ran up his body.
They were the same.
The thought took hold of him and his intricate web of thoughts collapsed. Animal passions sprang up in its place, and he grasped her in his arms.
They took what they wanted from one another. Two sets of damaged goods with holes where ‘love’ or ‘empathy’ should be. Animals.
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