"It's enough for you to turn around the subject; just admit that you were chasing me." Erika yelled as she held the upper part of his shirt. He pulled her closer to him, the charming smile raised as he backed his long quiffs behind his ears.
"If you insist, then yes, Erika, I'm chasing you. I'm so worried that you might get hurt." He washed while his breath was so hot on her face that she could not resist the fragrant smell of his perfume.
"Can you let go of me?" Erika hissed as her heart beat was telling her this man was totally dangerous; he was absolutely her type, but she had decided before who to give her heart to.
"No, you're going with me; I will take you home." He said, taking her hand to where his car was, "Don't think I will go with you." Erika took off her hand as she stepped back. She felt her head spin around. "See, you're not even well. I'm not beginning you to sleep with me; I'm just taking you home," he whispered in her ear.
