Dangerous Attraction

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“The moment I get you alone…,” Mr. Ardel spoke to him… and Brendon’s heart
continued to pound, heavily, within his chest. “You’ll be mine…”



Brendon flushed deeply, his body instantly reacting to the man’s words, to his
voice. H-He could feel him. He could feel his presence, but the wall was
separating them. He couldn’t see him, he couldn’t smell him… H-He could barely
hear him.



“N-No,” He protested again… his cheeks burning.

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“Perhaps you’ll leave your window unlocked tonight…”



Brendon trembled and shuddered as he stood beside the wall, feeling his heart
give a quick lurch at the man’s statement. T-There… There was no way t-that
he would… w-would… do such a thing.



“N-No, you’re a bad man…,” He told him, his voice slightly high with his
embarrassment. H-He was shaken up and embarrassed… but he… he couldn’t
move away. He didn’t want to move away…



He wanted to keep talking to him…

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But, Mr. Ardel was leaving him… He was telling him that he would return in a
moment. Brendon frowned as the longing he felt inside of him intensified. He
grew upset when he heard him moving away, heard him entering the bathroom
once more.



His eyes widened and he quickly looked back, toward his door, as he momentarily
wondered if he was going… g-going to come into his room…! Alarm began to fill
him and he instantly rushed back to his bed, jumping into it and pulling as many of
his covers around him as he could.



But, after he waited for a short amount of time… listening to him washing his
hands and leaving the bathroom… he soon realized that he was leaving. He
wasn’t coming to his room. He was speaking to his mother out in the living room
and she was bidding him a goodbye.



Brendon’s heart began to beat quicker and he could feel his eyes burning… as he
became upset. U-Upset? W-Why was he upset. He… He should be relieved…!
He… He didn’t like that man! Remember, he didn’t like him!



Brendon hid himself within his covers once more. His heart was beating quickly…
pounding… He couldn’t calm himself down. Mr. Ardel was a bad man. H-He better
not come over to their house anymore…! T-That’s right, he needed to… to… to tell
his mother…! H-He needed to tell her…!



Quickly, he flung the covers from himself and began to scramble out of bed. He
rushed out of his room… b-but then hesitated in his doorway. Slowly, he closed his
door behind him… and leaned back against it… staring down the hallway.



His cheeks were on fire. His body was so hot…



N-No, he… he couldn’t tell his mother. He didn’t want to bring it up with her. He…
He didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

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Brendon felt a strange tickling sensation within him, as though he had heard
something, but he was overwhelmed with his thoughts. He didn’t know what he
was supposed to do. M-Mr. Ardel had spied on him from outside of his bedroom
window.



When he thought of it so bluntly… his heart instantly took off and his cheeks
reddened considerably. But, before he could think any further… he instantly
picked up on the sound of his windows rattling. His eyes quickly widened and he
whirled around, his heart beating harshly. He didn’t hesitate to open his door and
step back into his room.



A-And, t-there he… h-he was. Brendon blushed… deeply… a-as he… he finally saw
him. Slowly, he pressed back against his bedroom door… his cheeks on fire as he
stared at him from across the room. M-Mr. Ardel…

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The man, the bookstore owner… with his striking emerald gaze. Brendon’s own
gaze lulled as he stared across his small room and toward the man. H…He
couldn’t smell him, his raw scent… but his presence was still so overpowering.
He could feel him… feel his presence…



Mr. Ardel… tried to open his window… and then was speaking to him. His voice
was deep… but still so muffled because of their distance, because of the barrier
separating the two of them.



“Are you going to let me in?”



Brendon flushed deeply… a-and he knew he should think better of it. I-It definitely
wasn’t the right thing to do. B-By no means was it correct to open his window. By
no means was it correct for him to be outside… of his bedroom…



“I don’t think that’s very proper, Mr. Ardel…,” He told him softly… a-aware of his
mother out in the living room. H-He didn’t want her to hear… o-or she would come.

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