<em>Danica and Leo, not so sure that things are gonna be good</em><br/><br/>She had a sense of trepidation from him telling her that he wanted to talk.  It gnawed at the pit of her stomach and looked up into his gorgeous face.<br/><br/>When she heard his words, she rolled her eyes. "That's a mean thing to joke about, Leo," she said, her tone dark with eyes to match.  Was he serious? He was going to tell her or ask her with her standing there with her tits out… so fucking crudely?  Where was the polish?  Sighing, she pulled her shirt back up and walked away from him, toward his kitchen that she was rather familiar with.  She needed a drink now, goddamn him.  She wasn't sure that she was in<em>love</em>with anyone, but she wanted to be.  Hell, Leo only ever fucked her and sometimes she stayed the night.<br/><br/>Popping the top off of the beer bottle, she made a face as she started to chug it, her back to him.  She had grabbed three, two for her because the first one was about to be gone in six more swallows and the last for him.  She knew that she couldn't get drunk or she'd never be able to handle what he planned for her and she couldn't let him get drunk or he could hurt her.  Hell… maybe if he was drunk enough he could fuck her up beyond repair and she would be too drunk to notice… Sweetbutts… who cared about them anyway?  Why was she feeling so damn down?  Well his joking hadn't helped.<br/>