<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/41/40/e7/4140e7edc9b17aacd7d8117d04509848.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Desiree De La Vega-Ortiz</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068748#msg13068748)<br/><strong>Time | Location:</strong>Evening | Someone unknown person's pool<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><del>This (http://luxefashionlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/03/AnaCher-tight-dress.jpg)</del>black panties<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jake | Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Irritated and Annoyed over being irritated.<hr/><br/><em>"Walk you home?"</em><br/><br/>His voice directed her way had her looking up with mild surprise. Her fingers stilled without finding what it was she'd been digging for as she regarded him curiously for what seemed like the fiftieth time tonight. It crossed her mind to ask why he would bother but then wasn't that part of the package that was Jake? Part of what made him stand out. He could have just gotten dressed and peaced out without a word more. She knew plenty of guys that would have--which was ultimately less hassle for her. She also knew others who wouldn't have dreamed of walking away from her for anything, but then they'd have been damn near falling over themselves, balls dragging on the ground while they tried their damnedest to appease her. She was admittedly glad Jake didn't fall into the latter category, but also glad that he didn't seem to be the former either.<br/><br/><em>Just tell him no and get on with it, Desi.</em>She told herself, but instead her shoulder hitched up and a corner of her mouth began to curve.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the offer but you go on ahead. I'll be fine." Which she would. The neighborhood was pretty safe but on the off chance something came up Desi was no damsel in distress. Besides, for some reason she got the impression that being around Jake any longer would ultimately be more dangerous to her. Like she might actually break one of her own rules. Already she could sense just how easy it would be to start down a path that she had no business even thinking about. A path she'd tried once only to have it blow up in her face...<br/><br/><em>Staaahp iiiit!</em><br/><br/>Ignoring her own thoughts, Desiree began to comb her fingers through her hair. Already her skin was nearly dry but before she put her dress back on she was going to shed the still wet scrap of fabric between her thighs so she wasn't precisely in a hurry. "If you want, I'll even text you when I make it home safe," she even made a little cross over her heart which somehow felt slightly obscene considering the circumstances, but oh well.