No, order her to move away.

“Get away from them!” You loudly bark, more out of shocked reflex coming out of your entranced state than any sense of anger or serious concern.

Your unintended tone, however, is not received well. Witty banter is one thing, but barking orders at this woman you immediately realize is a huge, if not life threatening, mistake.

One of Kyle's eyebrows arches as her eyes narrow. Slowly and gracefully she slides off the table, like a viper gliding down a tree. She walks towards you with that sexy gate of hers, one foot inline with the other, her hips swaying, like a fashion model. Her stare, however, is deadly and soul piercing.

For the first time you're afraid of your date.

“Maybe those handcuffs might be necessary right now?” You feebly joke and unconsciously take a step back as she continues to approach, her look unchanged.

Standing before you she continues her unblinking silent unnerving glare.

“I bet there not even real.” Nervously you try an even worse joke.

“Oh, they're real.” Kyle finally speaks with disdain.

You feel cold metal enclose around your left wrist with an disconcerting “clint” of a lock being fastened.

“Selina!” You're terrified that the emerald eyed tigress as handcuffed you to something. Raising your wrist, you realize that the other end is still open.

“There not for me.” You complain.

“I see.” She states and clamps the other ring around her right wrist handcuffing the two of you together. “There, now you can make sure I'll be good.” Her voice is low and sarcastic.

“This is not funny.”

“Not into the kinky, stuff are we?” She mocks.

“No.” You give the quickest answer to avoid further angering this vicious predator.

Kyle pulls her right hand down to her side forcing you forward, mere inches away from her. “We both know that isn't true, don't we doc?”