Manhattan Man Hunt Pt 10 ~ A romance sex story from sex story sites.

Ten minutes to seven and all those dead butterflies in the pit of her stomach were dissolving in a pool of vodka mixed with battery acid. She moved around uncertainly, picking things up and putting them down again. Then she took down Beech's leash and attached it to the choker ring. The dog immediately bounced up at the sight of the leash and began whining with eagerness in anticipation of its daily exercise.

"Shut up."

At the same time the door buzzer sounded. The video screen was filled with Tristan's hulking shape in a three quarter length yellow oilskin. Trickles of water were visible as he pulled the hood back to show his ruggedly handsome face. Streetlights near the doorway were reflected in the wet sheen of the sidewalk. At least she could claim she'd decided to let him screw her because it was too wet to take Beech outside - even if was the weakest attempt at justification she'd ever heard in her life.

"Good evening, Anita."

Her mouth suddenly seemed to be full of dust and grit: "Come on up, Tristan."

'Play it cool - put the leash on the dog.'

She did that, and it wasn't a smart move. Beech was more than ready to go out to sniff the roses and everything else as well. His paws clattered on the polished wooden flooring as he finally did get down to some serious straining on his leash. Instead of standing there waiting cool and collected, the woman of mystery and intrigue, Anita was becoming involved in a full scale tug of war with a small but surprisingly strong body.

"Calm down. Steady, steady, Beech, steady. Oh hell!"

The door bell sounded, she pushed Beech to one side with her leg, opened the door, Beech went through the gap like a torpedo fired out of a submarine and dragged her behind him, her hand caught in the leash's strap. Hitting Tristan was like hitting a brick wall, she went sideways, her legs stumbled over Beech and she was falling, then caught by an arm which caught and held her body upright without the slightest effort.

"Beech, sit!"

The dog instantly complied to the deep male voice. Tristan set Anita straight on her feet, then looked her up and down.

"God, but this is a wonderful country. "

He put his hand in his pocket, pulled out another leash and snapped it onto the choker ring. Anita yelped and tried to get back inside her apartment, only to find that Tristan was still holding her in place.

"For God's sake, somebody might come along the corridor at any minute. Let's go inside."

"No, I've a better idea. Let's all go for a walk in the park. Beech needs it."

"Fuck Beech, you big fool. I can't go anywhere dressed like this."

"Which is a terrible shame because you look drop dead gorgeous. But I've a great desire to get some wet grass underneath my feet while I've the chance, so I want to take a walk in the park, right now."

Anita cast fearful looks, left and right. "Let me get inside, please, Tristan."

"I'll do a deal with you. Hand me those keys to your apartment you leave hanging up by the door and I'll give you this rain coat to put on. Then we can all be on our way."

Anita was so desperate to cover herself up she did as he wanted, moving back inside the doorway with Tristan following her step for step, but still holding onto the leash. Beech whined in disappointment at what seemed like another delayed walk but remained sitting outside the still open door. Tristan took the keys from Anita's hand and jerked her back out into the passageway, then kicked the door firmly closed.

Beech yelped in joy and Anita in dismay. Tristan chuckled and unsnapped the leash from her choker.

"Don't be worrying, woman, here's my side of the bargain."