Carly couldn't believe what she had just done, chest burning as she stopped next to the dumpster in the dead end alley, clutching the magazine in her hands. If this didn't work, if he didn't take this they way she wanted, she could get into a lot of trouble. But she couldn't think of anything else. She tried everything else.
"What do you think you're doing Carly?!" Carly froze and spun towards the voice, her body flushing with heat, not out of fear but pure desire.
Standing about ten feet in front of her was Trevor, in all his (in Carly's eye) drop dead gorgeousness. Thunder roared from the clouded sky overhead as she took in his body. A shock went through the area between her thighs as she thought about what she wanted to do to him and what she wanted him to do to her.
Trevor was twenty-seven, had a very toned chest and strong arms. His jet-black hair was short and spiked up, and his deep blue eyes, mixed with anger and confusion locked onto the woman in front of him. He wore a black t-shirt and blue jeans, both items hugging his sexy body.
Carly's slim twenty-three year old body shook, as he approached, once again not out of fear, but excitement. Her shoulder length red hair hung freely in curls, green eyes tried to show playfulness to her slightly angry counterpart. Her b-cup breats rose and fell in her white tank top, as she tried to suck in air for her slightly tired body. Her hands smoothed out the jean skirt that she had on with it.
Carly had been talking with Trevor every weekday, for the past two months. He owned a magazine stand that was on her way to work, so as she stopped there to pick up magazines she naturally started to make friendly with the cute guy running the place. When she broke up with her ex a month ago, she started flirting heavily to show that she was interested.
When nothing Carly had done prompted Trevor to ask her out she decided that she needed to do something drastic. So today, she tried to do something to show him that she liked him, that she wanted him to come to her. So this evening as he was closing up, she walked up to the stand. She snagged a magazine from the rack after flirting a bit, then started walking away.
"Carly are you going to pay for that?" Trevor had asked with a smile.
"That depends," she had said, making him raise an eyebrow. "If you catch me I will."
With that Carly took off ignoring Trevor's voice telling her to come back. After a short jog, she turned down an alley she knew was a dead end, not even knowing if he had followed her. Now she knew that he had, and he was a little angry. Her skin warmed when he started to walk towards her.
"You once told me that you would chase down anyone who stole from your stand," Carly said backing away from him, smiling as she clutched the magazine to her chest.
