Dealing with Tigers

I was now only in a lace camisole and short shorts, both sexy and practical (pajamas). I straddled him unexpectedly. Someone was speaking, “Sir, she…” He waved his hand to cut him off, then continued to stare at me expressionlessly. I winked at him, undid my high ponytail, picked up a knife from the table, and cut off my hair, stuffing it into his pocket. He finally showed a hint of surprise. I leaned down to kiss him; he tried to push me away, but I bit his lip, determined not to let go. He pushed harder, and I bit harder until I drew blood. He gasped, grabbed my neck, and poured a glass of red wine over my head. I froze, releasing my bite. You poured wine on me?! His hand on my neck tightened, squeezing, while I, with wine in my eyes, didn’t forget to grip his neck tightly! But the people around him were no pushovers; they had guns pointed at me. I looked at them pitifully, letting go, I was scared now…>.< Even with a super weapon like 007’s, I would surrender without hesitation and try to act cute with them… He must be the new favorite of the godfathers!! He gave me a wicked smile, “You scared her, turn around.” The next second, I was surprised to see them put away their guns and turn around. What’s this! I thought he was the real GODFATHER. He suddenly whispered in my ear, “You want to kiss, and you think I’ll let you?” It tickled, and my eyes were uncomfortable; I continued to play dumb. He laughed again, licking my eyes, the wine dripping down my forehead… Very uncomfortable, very awkward. I’ve never experienced this before, so hot, was I blushing…?