| Her brown hair fell to her waist and she had those same big, hazel eyes. He restrained his jaw from dropping. “You have a beautiful home. It seems very expensive.” “Thank you and it is.” She laughed. “Um, my name is—“ “Tristan. I know.” She smiled mysteriously. “Well then you have me at a disadvantage. You know my name but I don’t know yours.” “Then let me even the field. My name is Diana Peyton.” “Hey that name sounds familiar.” He looked down trying to figure it out. “It should. We went to Fleetwood High together for about a year. I left in freshman year.” Suddenly it dawned on Tristan. “Diana! I remember now. You were that girl who always hung out with Emily Shaw.” “Not the way I wanted to be remembered but yeah.” She smiled. “You look different from what I remember.” He looked her up and down. “Yeah, I lost my glasses and grew out my hair. What do you think?” she twirled a little and laughed. “I like. You’re stunning.” He blushed realizing what he said. “You look good too. I must confess something though.” “What’s that?” “I had this huge crush on you in high school.” She smiled shyly at him. “Really? I wish I knew how lucky I was then. Can I ask you something?” “Go ahead.” “What happened last night? I blacked out and you were there and we were on a bed and…I don’t know what to make of it.” He ran his fingers through his blonde hair. “Did you like what happened?” her voice was serious. “Well, yeah. It was great.” “Then what does it matter what it was? It’s always been my motto never to question good things that come to you.” “That’s true. But why have you brought me here then?” “What did I just say about questioning good things? I’ll let you off the hook this time and tell you why though. I brought you to my house because I want you. I’ve seen you walk around and I notice how handsome and sexy you are. I have been waiting for so long for the right moment to seduce you. And now you’re here.” Tristan was caught off guard. “Um, I don’t know what to say.” “If I make you uncomfortable you can leave. I don’t want to make you do something you don’t want to do.” She looked down. “Oh no, it’s not that. Do you know what I went through today? All I could think about was you and the way you touched me.” Tristan stepped closer to her. |