Beware the beckoning finger

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His eyes, hard and steely, bored into her skull as she stood there trying with all her might to stop her chin from creasing and lips quivering. Holding his eyes with her head tilted down ever so slightly in the hope subtle acceptance of her place would grant her some good grace. She knew it wouldn’t.

A age see to pass until he narrowed his eyes and exhaled louder than necessary. Her nostrils flared which made her compress her lips. She damned herself for not catching the giveaway knowing how tuned into micro-expressions he is. She closed her eyes, partly to indicate her submission but also to collect herself. She was actually trembling now, she knew her transgression, and she knew what as coming. Eyes closed she desperately tried to think of a way out of her predicament, for which there there was none. She jumped with surprise, still trembling, lost in her head for a split moment, when he clearly, calmly and way too neutrally asked her “come here”.

A solitary rogue tear escaped her soul when she looked back and met his glorious, gorgeous, yet infinitely unnerving gaze. His finger, purposely beckoning her to him.