Slut and Lion

“You know why I called you here, right?” her smile almost split her face.

“Sure,” was the bored answer.

“I had to get to know you. You are, like, the man of my dreams.”

“I am?”

“Yeah. I wanna see the face of my friends when I meet them next time and that body of yours will be next to me. And don’t forget that pretty face. We would be the perfect couple,” his eyes followed the movement of her hand as she suggestively caressed herself from her neck to her right hip.

“Is that so?”

“I know you like what you see. I can see it in your eyes. But if you wanna play hard to get, I can make it worth your while. I have more money than smaller countries. I can pay you weekly or whatever… I can even get a lawyer to make a contract for you,” she pulled out her cellphone and started to look at her contacts.

“You don’t need to do that.”

“I knew you were attracted to me,” her smile grew so big that the cat from Alice’s wonderland would have been envious of it. She pulled her chair closer to his and put her hand on his knee slowly sliding it up his thigh.

The guy grabbed her hand.

“Yeah, we won’t need that,” his voice was dripping menace. From his fingertips black claws spurted as he flexed his fingers. Even her scream didn’t mute the sound of bones snapping. He stood, wiped the blood off his hands and slowly walked away.