An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He set his glass of whiskey down on the bar next to her. She didn’t look at him, let alone move. He put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants as he eyed her carefully.
“Hey.” He tested the waters. She raised her perfectly manicured eyebrows, but her dark burgundy lips remained pressed together as she stared at the glass of bubbles in front of her.
“I am not a pawn in your game.” She gritted out. His eyebrows knit together. She turned to him, her eyes blazing with ferociousness. “You almost had me, and God I am such a fool.” She grabbed her clutch off the bar and turned to walk away. He grabbed her arm. She pulled out of his grasp and got in his face.
“Do not touch me. Stay away from me. In fact, stay out of my way on the track or I will put you into the wall.” She shouted in a whisper before twirling away from him. The green chiffon whipping in a trail behind her as she stomped away. Her perfume lingered in his nostrils. He closed his eyes, his jaw tensed. He cocked his head to the side in an attempt to stop himself from doing the thing he knew he shouldn’t. He followed after her.
