he had a cigarette with his number on it, he handed it over to you.

“Do you want it?”

his voice sultry and gentle, eyeing you up and down. You’d been working with him for a couple days now, he seemed to have taken an interest. You knew it was wrong but you palmed it. You saved it, waited, and called it.

his voice was slurred, as though he’d been drinking. Your eyes connected with the body of alcohol on your own nightstand as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

“Darlin’….”