Woman of steel

COLE'S POV:

"Hey is there any problem? May I be of any assistance to you?", She asked.

"Oh yeah baby, there is so many ways you could help", I said with a meaningful smirk.

"Ok then, see ya", she says and turns around to leave. Wait no, I can't let this hottie go so easily. When she turned around, I was able to get a good look at her and she has a really hot figure. So curvy, she got to be a hell of a good lay.

"Wait, sorry about that. I just haven't seen a girl as hot as you before", I say trying to loosen up the mood a bit. She just stands there and looks at me while holding her waist.

"Look do you need help or not", she asks pulling the conversation back on track.

"Yeah I could use a little help. I lost my house keys and now I'm stuck outside. The butler will only be back at dawn tomorrow and mom is out of town ", I say in one breath while scratching the back of my neck.

"Woah! That a hell of a problem. So what are you gonna do about it?", she asks.

"I guess I'm sleeping on the porch tonight ", I say still scratching the back of my neck. Fuck! Where did this new habit come from. It making me look like a shy type, which I'm obviously not.

She stands there looking at me from top to bottom and contemplating on something. The way she was looking at was like looking at someone who you didn't know whether to trust or not. And the look she's giving me is making me feel really uncomfortable.

"Can you quit looking at me like that? It's really uncomfortable being under that gaze", I finally speak up.

She keeps looking at me that way for a little more time before saying, "wait a moment".

She turns walks out of earshot and then makes a call. After a few minutes on the phone, she cuts the phone call and comes back.

"Great news for you. My dad agreed for you to stay over at my house for the night. So come on let's go", she says and hands me an umbrella which I gladly take.

"Thanks", is all I could say.

LUNA'S POV:

He raised his only me for to realise that he was just about the same age as me. He had coffee brown eyes and dark brown hair. Even though he was drench in the rain, it just made him hotter. He was wearing a white t-shirt with black jeans. His t-shirt stuck to his body because he was wet, outlining his torso. I had admit he was the hottest guy I have ever seen.

His first question somehow amused and irritated me at the same time. Turns out he's a flirt. After hearing him out I called my dad to ask if he could stay at our house overnight and after a whole lot of persuasion, he finally agrees.

As we were coming I started to think,'why am I helping this guy out anyway?'. Last I checked, I wasn't a person who cared much about other people.

But he happens to one of those people who were sent then he'll regret ever meeting me. You know for a girl whose life was in danger, I was really something.

"Ok make yourself at home", I said as we entered the house.

"Thanks so much for taking me in. But I've got one question ", he said turning around to face me after taking in the appearance of the house.

"What is that?", I said furrowing my eyebrows.

"Where's your dad?", he asks looking around.

"My dad?", I asked not quite getting it. I mean he could've asked of anyone, why my dad?

"Yeah your dad. No dad would allow his daughter to stay in a house with a stranger without meeting him first"

"Oh, my dad is at work and he's cool with it", I said shrugging.

"What about your family, you know your mom, and siblings maybe", and I'd be lying of I said that question didn't struck a chord in my heart.

"Oh well, my m...m...mom is...d...dead", I said avoiding his gaze while blinking a few times to stop the tears from flowing.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean...", he says trying to sympathise but that's what I don't want so I cut him off.

"Save it! I don't need your sympathy ", I hate when people pity me. This make him look around awkwardly then he bends to sit on that sofa.

"Stop!", I shout startling him a bit.

"What?", he asks.

"What do you think you're doing?", I ask crossing my arMs over my chest.

"Sitting down ", he answers in duh kind of tone.

"Not in those clothes you're not. Follow me", I say to him and that's when he realises his clothes are wet. I head upstairs and from the resounding footsteps I can tell he's right behind me.

I lead him into a room. The room was painted green with brown furnitures and shelves, white curtains and a walk-in closet and a bathroom. Thus the room I chose for Ray. I look through the closet and get some clothes that I think will fit ... ehh. Woah I just realised I don't even know the guy's name. But I wonder if these clothes will fit. Ray is a bit taller and bigger than him after all. We'll just have to see.