The door closed behind them. Panting and pounding the man’s shoulder, Juniper did not know what to think about what had just happened. “Put me down! Put me down!” She shouted over and over again.
“Your wish is mine to give.” The man said sarcastically. He slid her body off of his shoulder and gently settled her feet on the ground. The man did not let her go. “Do I get a kiss for rescuing you damsel?”
Her blue eyes burned into his black eyes. She wanted to take a step back. The man did have black eyes. It seemed no light was allowed to reflect back at her, not even her reflection. She stammered, “W-w-why should I give you a kiss.” She then took in the rest of his face. He had hard features, long brown eyelashes framed his eyes, and his nose fit his high cheekbones perfectly. He had full totally kissable lips. Again she was taken back, she did want to kiss him.
When he saw her change in demeanor from frightened, to curious to sensual, he wondered if she knew that her emotions could be read so easily. He answered her question, “Because you want to feel my lips on yours, to taste me.”
“Let go of me, you brute!” Juniper said sternly.
“Well, from sensual to angry in one-point-two seconds. Wow! I never thought someone as beautiful as you would have such a temper.” He chuckled.
She turned to storm away, but her dignified exit was stymied by a lack of knowledge of where to go. It became clear to her fast that she had no clue where he had taken her. For that matter she had no clue now on what she would do next. Juniper turned to face the man again. “Well, why did you take me here?” She asked.
He smiled down at her, “Well, I saw this beautiful woman in rags running from the authorities and I . . . you don’t really want to hear an explanation do you?” He paused, “Why don’t you follow me back to my ship?” He motioned with his left hand for her to go down the empty blue corridor. He took off walking fast.