Just one for now

Isaac dressed himself, noticing how his clothes fit tighter, thanks to his fit body, and scribbled down one more rule:

Old Rule: Issac Holt, owner of this book, is allowed to do whatever he wants, as long as he follows the established laws. His actions are noticed, and everyone reacts in their own way, but no one stops him, simply because he is Isaac Holt. Furthermore, no woman can resist him, because he is so desirable.

With that, he left his shabby apartment and went to his neighbor's apartment, just 3 doors down. Isaac knocked on the door, feeling somewhat anxious and excited. A few moments later, the door flew open, and before him was his target: Fabi Reyna. The two had seen each other many times, but never spoke. Isaac assumed she was disinterested, and he was right. This woman was beautiful, being of some Latin American descent, but her English was not the best. Isaac always suspected that she did not have much money because her presence on this country may or may not be entirely legal, but he really did not want to know. Right now, he was eyeing her figure. She stood at only 5'4" against his now 6'2" frame. Her long, dark hair flowed down past her shoulders, somehow messy but still looking attractive. Her slim frame only betrayed by her thick booty. The only visible clothes were a long, white button-down shirt, probably belonging to a recent lover, extending past her waist. This contrasted her dark complexion beautifully. She was looking delicious, and Isaac was hungry for her.

Yes? she asked, clearly not expecting visitors.

Hey there, Fabi, right? Isaac noticed that he was now calm and cool, despite his previous apprehension. Issac, from down the hall, he informed her, motioning in a vague direction.

Yes? Can I help you? Her Spanish accent was heavy, and lovely.

An unexpected smirk spread across Isaac's face. Yes, I think you can! We have met several times, but I never had the courage to speak to a beauty such as yourself. May I come in? Whoa. Where did this confidence come from? Let's worry about that later.

Difficult to tell, due to her complexion, but she seemed to be blushing slightly. Her eyes wandered all over his now tight-fitting shirt and jeans, eyeing him like a peace of meat at the market. Just what he wanted! Y-yes, come in. House is a mess. Sorry. There was that accent again. Very exotic, especially for Isaac. As she stepped to the side, he walked in, not knowing that she was now almost drooling over his toned ass.

As the door closed behind him, Isaac turned to her in time to catch her biting her lower lip, which she quickly fixed as he turned to face her. There was a hot tension in the air now. The same confident smirk appeared as Isaac spoke again. You know, I have been working out a lot to gain the confidence to speak to you, he falsely admits as he poses slightly. I always thought you were gorgeous, Fabi. His voice lowered as he slowly walked to her, gazing into her chestnut eyes constantly. Her legs trembled, but she had no idea why she was so shaken by this man. She was not afraid, but extremely aroused.

Fabi was a very sexual woman, frequently inviting a different man to her apartment. This was both for rent money, and because she liked it. This man in front of her, was something else entirely. She had seen him before, but dismissed him outright. She had standards, and he was below them, or so she thought. The moistness between her legs clearly said otherwise.

Just a mere foot away from her, Isaac stopped and began to turn away. Do you have anything to drink? I would love something wet... and exotic. He flashed a look at Fabi as he finished his last sentance, before fully turning and walking into her living room. Fabi eould swear that her heart stopped for a moment, but it was beating for too hard for that to be true. She was practically dripping from desire. Watching this Adonis of a man walk away from her spurred her legs into working again. Immediately she darted to the refrigerator and grabbed a cold XX beer as her guest sat on her couch, pretending to watch her soap opera, in Spanish.

Quickly returning, she held the cold bottle to her chest, trying to cool down. I h-have cerveza, Dos Equis. Would you like it? Her words and actions did not coincide, offering the drink, but clutching it to her chest. Isaac nearly chuckled aloud at her nervousness. This was the first time the tables were turned, and it was a glorious moment.

Isaac extended his hand towards her. May I? I would love to taste it. His double talk seemed to be working perfectly. Never in a million years would he be bold enough to do this, before he found the Rulebook. This is going to be incredible.

Slightly embarrassed, Fabi handed the beer to her guest, not realizing until now that she had held it so close. The moment he took it from her shaking hand, she realized she never opened it. Señ- um, Isaac, it's not open. Sorry!

Don't worry; I've got it! Isaac announced confidently as he popped the top effortlessly with his hand. He then took a sip, moved over on the couch, and gestured to the open space. Come to me, he nearly commanded. She obeyed.

For almost a minute they sat in silence, Isaac pretending to watch the television while his host was much less successful. Still feeling the warmth left behind, Fabi's mind and body could only focus on one thing: this juicy piece of meat next to her. She did not know why, but she needed him, and she needed him now.