Passions

- Who’s home? — a slightly sharp, deep bass voice could be heard.

No doubts about it: behind the door is an adult man and he wants you to open it. Right, dream on!

- I know you’re in there!

The man was clearly angry. Is he talking about me? Or does he mean someone else?

- If you don’t open the door, I’ll break it in.

Is he threatening me? Or maybe not me? The door shuddered from a hard blow. It wobbled. With the next удар, he would keep his promise.

Frightened out of my wits, I opened the door and saw a tall man with dark hair down to his shoulders and green eyes. Nice!

At the moment, he was scrutinizing me rather critically.

- And this is it—this treasure?! A pretty big treasure and yet an ordinary one, he said on the doorstep.

My complexes about my figure are my weak spot. And this pretty guy came pounding on my door that late hour just to remind me of it?

Inside, anger rose so strongly that acting on instinct I swung and hit him on the head with a club. The green-eyed brute crumpled to my feet.