After leaving the kitchen scene, Tammy blacked out. That rest had been well needed and now she feels she can take on the task of finding out what happened to her car and her things.

Leaving the bedroom, Tammy looked at the various pieces of decoration in the hall leading to the open kitchen,dining room, living room space. Mark sits at the kitchen island. He weaes a black tank top and some gray name brand sweatpants. Mark's hair is messy and tousled. .

The counter is littered with drug paraphernalia. There are two piles of white powders. Tammy spots two different sets of lines out and Tammy wonders if he was taking the drugs. "Hey, I was wondering if you brought any of my things here, out of the car?"

Mark turns and looks at her. He appears really ragged. Mark doesn't stay in one place long. He's the sort who's always going somewhere and involved in something.

He also fluidly changes moods a lot. No longer seeming the playfull joking guy that had been with Cookie as his lip is pulled into a tight line. Tammy holds her breath, she would have waited to ask him about this as she is now unsure how Mark is feeling. He seems to decide to play nice as he blows out a breath and pinches the bridge of his nose, not in annoyance, but he seems to be trying to pull himself together.

Mark runs a hand through his curly hair.  "Your car is in the garage. I can bring some of the stuff in. Just know, I'm going to take all the electronics. We cool, but I can't risk you contacting your father. "

Tammy nods in agreement. She doesn't want to talk to her father anyway.

Mark means to commender  cellphones and communications. Probably not the right time, but Tammy is aware she has another vibrator in her bag, so she isn't asking specifically for it, but he could give it to her by giving her the bag. "Okay cool, I am glad you're letter by me keep some of the stuff. "

He looks up from the scale. "The garage isn't here. Look, put these gloves on and come here."

Tammy does as he says and he pulls her, gently by the hips until snugly between his legs. Once again, she remembers her position and it makes her feel terrible. He has a girlfriend and Tammy has never been the come between two people type. His breath tickles her neck, even if she weren't attracted to him, Tammy couldn't tell him 'no' because he holds all the power in the dynamic. Things have been good and if she rejects him, who's to say things won't become bad? She doesn't know Mark.

Mark begins to speak. "You take some of the powder, like this, and then you put it on the scale. When it levels at 8grams, then you put it in this vial."

Tammy follows what he demonstrates to her. She had gotten the amount mostly right in the first try. Certainly she has to add some and then take some away. Her nerves were high because she could feel his eyes on her actions so intently. That need for approval rose up within and Tammy places the powder in the vial. Turning around and handing it to him, Tammy knew she did right. Mark looks at it then smiles at her. He has dimples and his smile isn't breathtaking, yet, right now his smile just makes little butterflies but Tammy could easily imagine how disarming that smile could become if someone loved him.

"Good job, here take this smaller scale." He gives her the device and points to the other stool at the island. "You pack up this pile and I'll do this one."

Tammy begins weighing some of the powder again. She notices a difference between her pile and Mark's pile. Her pile seems softer and powdery like in consistency. Mark's pile is also white, but it is grainy ,like sugar, and  sort of sparkles like a bunch of tiny diamonds. There are lines by that pile that Mark snorts some of the substance. Tammy doesn't blink an eye. She comes from rich kid background and people don't want to believe it but drugs actually run more rampant in the elite ivory schools and maybe easier to obtain than a regular street drug.

"What is this? Are these both coke?" Tammy asks trying to keep the vibe casual. She doesn't want him to mistake her curiosity for judgement.

Mark rubs his eyes. He still seems burned out.  "No, you have Tina and I have Molly."

"Isn't molly like super crack?" Tammy looks at him sideways, because people have said it and he definitely seems to know both answers. She's looking to know the moment he doesn't tell the truth.

Mark laughs in a sexy chuckle. His thumb brushes by a hair on his bottom lip. He looks her up and down, quickly but enough to be noticed. He's sizing her up. "Nah, it's more like super ecstasy but the street stuff is trash. It's some of everything."

Tammy nods to show she accepts his answer.

Mark's posed so effortlessly sexual in the chair and looking at her through heavy lids. His lip slightly parted and very pouty. Tammy clears her throat trying to stop the thoughts that are assaulting her mind. The vivid daydreams of fucking, at the moment him, often seem too vivid.

Her body begins to feel warm and she tries to hyper focus on weighing the drugs as he continues to look at her. Tammy tries not to let the thoughts in and for a moment it's frightening because she feels like he knows. It feels as he looks at her he can just see every little imagination flowing through her.

Tammy clenches her thighs still feeling Mark look at her. She doesn't want him to know about her little daydreaming tendances as she begins to feel that underwater feeling vaugly rising. Tammy clears her throat.

"Try it." He says casually. His voice is molten and seductive. The vibration of it sends a feeling like honey through her veins.

Tammy looks at him smiling because surely he joking. Hitting her lip and with a playful raised eyebrow, she responds. "Stop playing, you're trying to get me high and take advantage."

Mark scoffs and smiles. The sexy dimples are back. He bites his lip shaking his head. "I don't need you on drugs to fuck you." He grabs his crotch and the tension from the effect of his action fills the room before he looks her in the eyes. "I said it because I know you can't hang."

Tammy rolls her eyes. "How do you do Molly anyway?"

"You can snort it as I did, but I don't recommend that for you. You can just eat it or you can drink it." He starts putting some on a scale.

"I want to drink it." She says and he looks at her a minute before deciding maybe she's serious?

Is this a good idea? Tammy doesn't know but he's been doing it and seems fine and relaxed, everything she doesn't feel. It's not her first time trying some minor things.

"Go get a glass and I have like drinks in the fridge. Get something non-alcoholic and non-carbonated." He takes some of the Molly off the scale after scanning her body. "You probably only need this much, you are kind of small."

Tammy scoffs. Small where, she thinks. Tammy stqnds at  5'7 and sports a warm tan color with peachy undertones. Her body frame slim thick and fit but still soft with the smallest foupa, very slight jiggly thighs and ass. Tammy is maybe 158lbs which is quite healthy for her size and athletic body type. However, most men didn't think she was small.

A lot of men wanted women to stay in the body type and height of little girls and Tammy being almost twenty eight, was nothing like a little girl.

Then she thought about Cookie and may be compared to her because Cookie was very thick. Cookie is obviously fit but her measurements larger than Tammy's 32/24/47.

Tammy returns with a glass full of some blue drink. Mark shakes the powder inside and uses a metal straw to mix it. He hands it back. "Come on, we going to watch a movie."

He holds her hand leading her to the couch. Tammy tries to think of the last time she's held hands with anyone and finds it crazy it is with the guy who "kidnapped" her.

After they settle on the couch, they begin to watch something. Tammy drank all the cup within 15minutes. She drank pretty slowly at first but enjoying the movie made her comfortable to relax. Mark isn't acting any sort of way. His eyes are big but that's it. He rubs her thigh and it brought her back to her purse.

"So where is the garage?" Tammy twirled her hair keeping her eyes on the movie as Mark's fingertips slowly caress her thigh. His touch is more gentle than she thought it would be.

His hand follows her shape like a soft and expensive skilled painters brush. He allows his fingertips to only hover, almost barely touching but enough to feel and be felt. He body begins to break out in goosebumps.

"I think I know what you want." He murmurs but doesn't look at her. "You got a toy or something in there?"

Tammy pushes his head, he'd been laying on her.  "You nosy as fuck! Why you say that?"

Mark shrugs and looks up from the movie. "You seem like a good girl but I watched you that day in your office. I saw in the morning when you locked your door and watched porn and touched yourself. Then you came into your car and had a vibrator in the glove compartment."

Tammy looks back at him. "You like watching people or something? Did you already go through my stuff?"

Shaking his head Mark's reply is quick. "I didn't go through your stuff. I had the camera on your tablet hacked, so I could keep an eye on you. I didn't search your car or anything.
I sell things to people. My job is to know what someone wants and I know you really want sex ,maybe most of the time. What I don't know is, what had such a good girl like you so fucked up?"

Tammy's eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. What nonsense is he talking about? "Why do I have to be fucked up? Why cant I really enjoy sex? Besides, I'm not fucking anyone, I take care of my own needs."

He looks back at the movie. "Don't get defensive, I'm not judging you."

There is a comfortable silence and Tammy's mind works. How smart is Mark? How much is he really watching her or already knows about her?

Mark clears his throat after a time goes by. "I can't believe you don't have like a boyfriend or like some kind of special person."

Tammy fights the urge to look at him but takes the cup he offers her. She doesn't even know him and they are drinking after each other. The thought makes her feel anxious. What's happening right now?

"Why? I work alot and have a complicated family so I don't really have the time or space to date. I never been into like casual sex." Tammy answers the question and tries not to think of the truth. She hasn't been able to really let anyone in her life since her early twenties because of how bad her breakups had been.
"What about you? You started having sex with Cookie right in front of me."

Mark raises an eyebrow and leans back on the arm of the chair with his hands behind his head. His tank lifts in just a way where she can see visible muscle on the side of his abdomen. "Would you believe me if I said I didn't really want to do it?"

Tammy laughs and threw a tissue at him. "Bullshit!"

Closing his eyes she watches him sigh. Here he goes with the mood change again. He's serious?

"Her father brings in the coke and she gets me the supply, very on the low. I could get it from my family but this way I have my own clientele and make my own profits. Cookie gets off to being watched and she really gets off when she thinks that she is being shown off." He sees to have issue with the last part but doesnt allow the emotion to show completely.

Tammy takes in what he is saying. "So is she your girlfriend or not?"

Mark is still laying down but began watching the movie again. "She's my girlfriend, it's just complicated. She acts like she understands and then gets all fucking jealous when she knows how things are. I appreciate her and all but it's not romantic."

Tammy's eyes peep his fingers tucked into the top of his gray seats and a decent bulge. She clears her throat before answering.
"My parents never think anyone is good enough and I was trying to advance in my career anyway." Tammy stretches. That stretch felt so good. Maybe the stuff was finally kicking in. The room takes on a soft glow and everything feels warm and fuzzy. Things feel almost like the familiar drowning feeling but only not scary. She feels complete peace and relaxation, like this is how she's supposed to always feel.

Before Tammy knows it, she lays next to Mark watching the movie. Her backside pressed against him and his arm around her but nothing overtly sexual. He holds her like they've been together for some time. He holds her like he knows she's needed to be held. He plays with her hair, not in a facinated "black girl hair" way but in a soothing and intimate manner.  They both truly watching the next movie. Eventually, he pulls out a bowl of weed and they smoke it. His calm further enhances her calm.

"You're not how I thought you would be," Tammy states passing the bowl back and looking at the ceiling as she lays on her back again.

Mark hits the bowl and then put it down. "I'm just a lovable gangster, that's all. I just want to be loved."

Tammy turns on her stomach,now looking down at him. She finds shock in not to seeing dimples or a smile. He looks back with void dark eyes. He didnt flinch or look away. Tammy did feel insecure looking at him. "I can't tell if you're joking or not."

Mark searches her eyes and the way he looks at her right now is indescribable. Tammy feels so beautiful, insecure, and afraid all at the same time.  "Maybe it's both. Sometimes things aren't black and white."

The intensity of how he looks at her makes her look down and away.  "I think we're really high."

Then he chuckles.

He gets up and he goes to the island. He snorts more drugs. Then he runs his hands through his hair and just looks her over from the island.

His eyes scanning her face and then slowly her body. No ones ever made her feel so seen and not obscenely. He seems to take her in like art.  "You are beautiful though. Not too many women look good without all that makeup and shit."

Tammy feels herself blush because he's still looking and she feels naked. "Thank you, although that's kinda offensive to give me a compliment that puts down other women."

"If you want to thank me, give me a hug." He says and takes a sip out of a bottle and ignores what she said.  "Don't try to take advantage of me though."

Tammy bites her lip chuckling. He's so corny. However, she stands and moves over toward him. He doesn't move at all still leaning against the counter. "You want me to just hug you?"

He nods. She looks at his lips and the dahlia bite piercings. All of his tattoos and then back to his eyes. "Unless, you are scared."

Tammy reaches out and places her arms around his neck. "Why would I be scared?"

He still doesn't move. Tammy is nervous and finds it hard to breathe when she presses her chest to his. Her head lays on his chest and she can hear his heart beating fast, even though he's so relaxed. He's warm. Tammy's fingers caress the back of his neck and she feels raised skin. He seems to flinch a little bit.

"That's enough." He gently removes her arms and they are looking into each other eyes again. "I'll try to compliment you without bringing up any other women. Come on, let's get back to work."

Tammy puts on new gloves and focuses on the powder and scale. Her mind is trying to focus on all of these hypothetical situations when she begins feeling warm. Things move by pretty swiftly and she's almost done.

Mark's phone is ringing. He's been ignoring it but he finally answers it. "What the fuck? How did anyone know about the shipment? Fuck, I'll be there soon."

He takes a few calming breaths. "Look, I have to get ready to go. You did a good job. I need you to keep some waters by you and just relax. You don't want to get dehydrated. "

"Is everything okay?" She takes off her gloves.

"Yeah, just please get some waters. I really don't want to leave you like this but it may not be safe to bring to so I need you to stay hydrated.
I just have to handle something. I'll bring your bag and shit back." He starts putting the products into a leather bag. She sees some firearms and money inside as well. She starts to go when he grabs her wrist. "You did a good job."

"I still don't get you,"Tammy says gently.

He looks down at her lips and then back to her eyes. "You don't really want these problems."

Tammy thinks. "Maybe sometimes it's both."

He smirks as she uses the words he said earlier. "I think you're really high. Go get like four waters and keep them with you, please. "

Tammy grabs the waters and heads to her room. A bit later she hears the front door and she knows Mark left. It still feels so odd being here in his home alone. Tammy lies back on the bed. She's never felt more alive in her life and maybe this whole situation isn't as bad as she once thought it would be.

Yet, something in the pit of her stomach calls her foolish. Something  in her heart tells her maybe she's in unforseen danger. Something in her mind tells her there is something she is missing.