53: Just a nasty little slut

SCARLETT

My initial shock morphed into mind numbing panic when he remained quiet.

I had to get out of the restroom before he got any closer to me, but I didn't know how that’d be possible. Still, I took a few cautious steps back, and summoned all my courage to challenge him.

“What're you doing here? Last time I checked, it's the ladies restroom,” I put on a bold face despite the chill turning my spine into ice.

He ran a hand through his sleek hair and some strands covered his brow making him look like a model straight of a vogue magazine.

“You should know the answer to that,” he looked me over like a piece of meat, but the anger that was always in his eyes was present, “seeing as you came in looking a slut begging to be fucked.”

It shouldn't have, but his words sent a spark right to my core.

“What's it with you and thinking that everything I do revolves around you?” I hissed, I couldn't let him catch on to the fact that his dirty words stirred me.

He didn't answer, he just watched me