Erik sat in his dank apartment the next evening and gulped down a cup of day old coffee in his pre-club preparation. Mina had gotten inside his head, because last night, and the one before flickered through his brain like a movie reel. He should’ve told her to piss off, and he tried—but all that accomplished was a laugh from her and sparking challenge in her eyes. The problem with that woman was the sheer fact that she understood him when no one else could. He caught it there, the intelligence in her eyes as she peered through his defense mechanisms, and as she battled her way through his barriers.
Look forward to this fairytale, which will be submission-ready soon!