Thread: His Greatest Treasure (Crusade & darkangel76)

Jake noted the way Emma bit on her bottom lip. She did it probably out of some nervous habit, but there was something inherently sexy about it. It could have been because of the fact that Jake wasn't accustomed to being found so intimidating. Sure, his rugged good looks and charm got to some women in the places he frequented, but overall, he wasn't used to the way Emma responded to him. He was attracted to her, but not in the ordinary sense. Sure, she had some nice features, but she didn't blow him away. It was more the little quirks that drew him to her. The way she tousled her hair and bit her lip and couldn't hold his gaze for too long before looking away. They were the things that struck him first. A writer? I actually majored in English in college. I always admired great writing, but I never had the patience to make a career out of doing what they did. So, instead I'm a resident handyman. If you've got a leaky pipe, you know who to call, he said, making light of his so-called career. The only reason he chose something so mundane because it was easy enough to insert himself into any given city and find work. He was versatile in that regard. I've probably walked by your building a thousand times and it takes both of us out one night to bump into one another. He smiled as if it really was good fortune that brought them together and not the fact he'd been tailing her. At her mention of not having anyone to walk with, Jake saw his opportunity to pounce. Sure she didn't know him from a hole in the wall, but she had engaged him, a strange man, in conversation in the middle of a deserted park after sunset, so she clearly was either enamored or just naively stupid. I take walks nightly. Early morning, late evening...whenever I can. I totally get the appeal. If you want some company, I'd be happy to walk with you. He left it at that and knew he had her where he wanted her. For being so new to this type of involvement, Jake felt right at home. Emma was going to be his. He would groom her to bend to his every whim, turning the meek little writer into exactly who he wanted. He knew he could. Jake was never short on confidence. Jake's eyes widened when she mentioned her blog. He'd rehearsed the moment. He knew it would come out in coversation and he wanted to be prepared. His entire life was pretty much a facade, so even though he wasn't planning on winning any Academy Awards in his lifetime, he could hold his own with the greats. No fucking way, he blurted out, knowing it would come off more authentic that way inside of acting as if bumping into the woman whose blog he'd been following was just about the most normal thing in the world. Jake cleared his throat and then shook his head. I apologize. It's just...I'm one of your followers! Jesus, what are the chances? He laughed and ran a hand over the back of his head, a look of pure amusement on his face. I'm NovelApproach. I've shot you messages here and there, but meeting you...like this. What? He smirked and took a step back, shaking his head again. I'm sorry. This is just...wow. Jake had suddenly turned from confident man about town to giddy fan boy, but he knew it was all for a purpose. When Emma saw just how interested he was in her and her writing, it would be yet another connection the two had to bond over. He could feel a stirring inside his jeans just at the mere thought of her writing as he sliced her throat open and watched the blood gush proudly. He was getting ahead of himself, but it was fun to think about the future.