Thirty Seven

STRANGE

Madonna's pov

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded, but went with him anyway. I felt like I should've been scared of him; he had dragged me out of the botanical gardens without saying more than a few words. I should've been scared of how I was feeling as well.

My body was scorching, yet I didn't feel sick. If anything I felt wonderful, even though it felt like my body was not my own. But I still trailed along behind him.

"To my car," he answered, his voice gruff. I was vaguely aware of the transition in Oliver. The softness and sweetness- that floated around him had then dissipated into the air. He wasn't shooting me easy smiles.and trying to flirt with me in his sideways fashion.

He was serious and the way he held onto my sleeve and pulled me along spoke to the urgency of the situation. It was another thing that should've made me uneasy. It didn't.

Instead, I found the power and dominance incredibly sexy. Still I knew there was something that wasn't sitting quite right.