Hope's eyes shot open. It was the dead of night and there was someone in her room.
Holding her sheet to her chest, she reached over for the lamp on her bedside table. She blinked as her sigh adjusted to the change in light.
"You!" Hope exclaimed.
For, standing not far from the open window (hang on, Hope was sure she locked that) was the gangster that had taken it upon himself to visit her in her dressing room in the 'Rocky Road' studio.
"Ahh, hey long time, no see," he answered, his eyes roaming the shape her body created under the covers.
"Now you've gone too far," Hope glowered, pulling her legs up to her chest. "How dare you invade my bedroom!"
The gangster was silent for a moment, then got on the bed. He put a hand over her mouth before she could scream and yell for help.
"Now, now," he said. "Relax, I'm not gonna rape you. Although no one could blame me if I did. You really are a sexy thing."
Hope kicked at him, but missed. He pushed himself onto her and pushed her head back on the pillow.
"Look, I just need to hide out somewhere for a while. And this seemed to be the last place they'd look for me."
He lifted his hand away.
"You have no right to come here," Hope hissed. "I'll get a restraining order! I'll -"
"You think legalities will keep me away from you, if I want to be with you?"
"Why can't you hide elsewhere? Don't get me mixed up with your stupid gang."
"There is no 'stupid gang' for you to get mixed up with. We just got slaughtered by a rival. I'm the only one left."
"Poor baby."
"You don’t care, that if they find me, I'm dead?"
"Not when you wake me up in the middle of the night when I'm naked in bed."
"Just a couple of days okay?"
"I am not going to hide you here. Now, rack off before I start screaming. I swear, I'll tell the police everything you, you... stalker!"
He regarded her for a moment, then cupped her face in his hands and kissed her passionately for a good few minutes, tongue and all, before whisking off the bed and back out the window. Hope chewed her lip and turned out the light. She curled back up into her bed, her mind stewing on what had happened. She stared crying. So was so confused. Could it be she actually like this nameless, intrusive rascal? Oh please, no.