Meant to Be
      Chapter 4
 

Mama needs her rest, so I've decided to leave her alone for a while and take a walk. She's always saying I need to get some color in my skin, so I put on my hot pink bikini top and my favorite pair of faded denim shorts that are unraveled and frayed from wearing them so much. There's a small rip on the right side of my rear end, and my thong doesn’t cover much, so my skin is exposed.

I exit the house from the servants entrance and begin my journey down the long winding driveway. I can barely see the end as it winds and weaves it's way through the valley. The Santos mansion sits high on a hill, far back in the country, almost as if it's trying to hide from the rest of the world. I must admit, the scenery is breathtaking. It's a beautiful day and so far I'm enjoying my walk. I've made it just about half-way down the drive and I can see the large wrought iron entrance gates ahead of me now. How ostentatious, I think. All this money and not a dime of it it’s clean.

My thoughts drift back to this morning in the kitchen with Danny. He really scared the crap out of me! My mother’s told me stories of the “Santos” family and their way of life, and it used to frighten me to think that she could be hurt in some way. But, after witnessing Danny with her this morning, my fears have faded somewhat. He genuinely seemed to care about her and that made me feel good. God! Get a grip Michelle – what are you thinking? He’s an asshole – plain and simple. Just because you stopped breathing when he looked at you with those eyes doesn’t mean anything. Lots of men have looked at you before. Ahhh yes, but none of them have ever turned you on as much as his did, did they?

I am awakened from my daydream by the sound of a car approaching from behind. I move out of the way and walk on the grass. I can tell the car has slowed behind me and my heart begins to beat wildly. It pulls up along side of me and it equals my pace. I feel a knot beginning to develop in the pit of my stomach. The car is black – a jaguar I believe. The windows are tinted so dark I can't see inside. I pick up the pace and try to ignore it's presence, but it doesn't go away. I’ve finally had enough. Pissed and scared, I stop. It stops. I decide to face this demon head on and I approach Satan’s hearse and bang on the dark window with my fist. It rolls down to reveal the devil inside, and it's him!

I’m disgusted, relieved and thrilled all at the same time. I throw my hands up in the air and say "What? You're stalking me now?"

He lowers his chin, his dark eyes barely peeking over the tops of his Raybans. "Stalking is such a strong word Michelle."

"Yeah?" I say. "Well, in my experience, if it looks like a rabbit and it hops like a rabbit, then it's probably a rabbit." He can't help but laugh at that statement, and I can't help but grin a little myself.

I turn on my heel and continue to walk. The hearse creeps along beside me.

"What are you doing out here?"

"Well Mr. “Springfield U.” I say making quotation marks with my fingers. “ I would think you’d be able to figure that one out all by yourself?"

“You’re right Michelle. You’re obviously out here looking for a little bit of that dignity you lost this morning.”

“Screw you!”

“Oh my! My virgin ears! Admit it Michelle. I turn you on and you know it!”

I’m finally at my breaking point with this last comment. I walk in front of the car, forcing him to slam on the breaks. He throws the car in park, flings the door open and immediately gets in my face.

“What the hell is your problem lady!!!!!????? I could have ran over you!”

“Give me a freakin break! You don’t have the guts to run over me and you don’t fool me for one second with this macho mobster crap of yours. You think your big black car and this black leather jacket make you scary?? Huh? I’m really shaking in my boots!”

“You don’t know me……...”

“AND YOU DON’T KNOW ME! But let me tell you a little something about myself Dannyboy. My dignity is perfectly in tact, as well as my morals and values, none of which would ever allow me to associate with the likes of you. So don’t even go there!” I begin to circle him like a lion does it’s prey, all the while sizing him up and down with my eyes. I laugh. “You know what your problem is?”

He turns to face me. “I am not the one with the problem here!”

“Oh yeah? Well, here’s what I think Dannyboy. I think you suffer from small penis syndrome!”

He steps towards me and I can see that I have just about pushed him to the edge. Instinctively I take a step back.

“EXCUSE ME?”

“You heard me.” I say in my calmest voice and then scream in his face. “SMALL – PENIS – SYNDROME!!!! Why look at everything around you Dannyboy! Big house, big scary car, BIG EGO! Seems to me you’re trying to over compensate because of something else in your life that’s perhaps lacking in SIZE!”

Before I know what’s hit me, he’s grabbed the back of my neck with both hands and his lips come crashing down on top of mine in the most electrifying kiss I have ever received. I pound my fists on his chest in retaliation, but he has me overpowered and my only choice is to give in. Our tongues are a tangled mess and he is sucking the breath right out of me. He pulls away and I’m not ready. I want more. I need more. His strong hands cup both sides of my face and the grin that spreads across his own face chills me to the core. He leans in again and I close my eyes preparing myself for another kiss, but instead, his lips brush the sides of my cheek and then I feel his hot breath on my ear. He grabs my hand and forces my fist open and drags it down the front of his chest, over his belt and settles it on the top of his crotch. He is fully erect. He presses my hand hard against him and I try to yank it away, but he’s much to strong. He’s out of breath when he whispers in my ear.

“Feel it Michelle. FEEL IT! Does it feel small to you? DOES IT?”

He rubs my hand up and down forcing my fingers to massage him and I don’t speak.

“I want to hear you say it Michelle! SAY IT!”

“God no Danny. It’s….it’s…..”

“What Michelle?”

“so big.”

“Is that so Michelle? Well, when you go to bed tonight, I want you to dream about how it would feel to have me inside of you – plunging into you, making you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life! THIS,” he say’s forcing my fingers to grip him harder “is what you do to me Michelle Bauer. I think of you and my body reacts in ways I can’t control. I think it’s high time you admit the same. See ya around.”

He pulls away from my ear, climbs into the car and speeds off. All I can hear is the sound of the screeching tires on the pavement. I fall to my knees and try to figure out what in the hell just happened here.