Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 821(@200wpm)___ 657(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
He gives me a slow sexy smile and sits back in his chair. “I’m a lot to take on.”
There is no air in my lungs.
None.
I shrug, feeling like he’s warning me.
“You said you were attracted to me?” I whisper.
“Don’t act like you can’t feel it.”
We stare at each other, the magnetic pull toward him is so strong that I can hardly fight it.
Suddenly I just want the awkward fear gone. I want to get this over with.
Whatever this is.
“What happens now in a place like this?” I ask nervously.
His eyes hold mine.
“I’ve never been in a situation like this.” I begin to babble on. “Do we date? Do we small talk? Do we eat dinner?” My eyes search his as I beg him to take control. “What do I do?”
“You take your clothes off,” he says.
“What?”
“You said you want me to show you where it does go?”
“I did.”
“Then do as I say. Take. Your. Clothes. Off.”
My eyes widen.
“Now.”
What the hell?
We didn’t even kiss and he expects me to undress in front of him?
Wait…do we kiss?
I tip my head back and drain my glass, I cough as the poison burns my throat.
I go to walk into the bathroom.
“There,” he demands.
“What?”
“You undress right there.”
My heart is hammering in my chest and I glance toward the door, perhaps his idea of running was a better one. Screw this, I’m out of here.
“Look me in the eye and take your fucking clothes off,” he growls.
Gulp…. I swallow the lump in my throat. Oh hell…what am I doing?
I take one stiletto off and throw it to the side.
Satisfaction flashes across his face and he sits back.
I take the other stiletto off with a shaky hand.
I’m literally about to have a heart attack.
I go to the bar and pour myself another glass of Dutch courage and take a huge gulp.
I predict copious amounts of therapy coming in my very near future. I hesitate for a moment…. Fuck it, what have I got to lose. I’m here now.
I slowly undo the zipper at the side of my dress.
“Eyes on me,” he demands.
I glance up and see him sitting there with his hand on his crotch through his pants.
Oh…. Not what I expected…. I swallow the lump in my throat.
Is this really happening?
No wonder I was nervous, I had a very good reason to be.
With his dark eyes locked on mine I take my dress down over one shoulder and then the other.
“Take it off,” he mouths.
Oh hell on a cracker, once he sees my body he really will run for the hills.
Can’t we at least dim the lights or something?
With my heart in my throat I slowly slide the dress down and step out of it.
I stand before him in a black lace bra and G-string with a black ribbon suspender belt.
Satisfaction crosses his face as his eyes hungrily roam down over my body.
“Turn around.”
“What?” I frown.
“Turn. Around.”
He wants to look at my ass.
I nervously turn around.
“Touch your toes.”
“What?” I squeak.
“Touch. Your. Toes.”
I didn’t drink enough alcohol for this.
Oh…this is mortifying…and on some perverted level strangely arousing.
I bend and touch my toes and he inhales sharply. I close my eyes as I hear my heartbeat in my ears.
Help!
I hear the couch creak as if he’s stood up, what is it about this man that has me in a puddle?
I see his feet as he comes to stand behind me and I hold my breath as I wait for his next instruction.
His hand runs over my behind and then down to my sex, he pulls my G-string to the side and slides his fingers through the lips of my sex.
“Very nice,” he hums in a deep throaty voice; his finger circles through my sex and I see stars. “Very nice indeed.”
Hanging upside down with all the blood rushing to my head with his fingers doing that while 100 percent alcohol is rushing through my bloodstream is a heady combination.
I could pass out any second…wouldn’t be surprised actually.
I hope he knows mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.
He slowly slides my panties down over my hips and drops them to the ground as he pulls my cheeks apart.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
I feel his tongue and my legs nearly buckle out from beneath me.
What the…. ?
He licks me; I feel his stubble burn my skin and I see the huge bulge in his suit pants through my legs.
Oh no…stop that.
Every cell in my body gets a goose bump as electricity from his touch sends me into overdrive. I don’t know what alternate universe this is in…but I do know it’s fucking perverted.
He slides two thick fingers deep into my sex and my knees collapse
Slap.
Owww….
His slap sends a sharp sting through my skin.
“Stand up,” he growls.
CHAPTER THREE
ALORA
I stand up, not because he told me to but because I’m infuriated. I turn toward him like the devil. “That’s the first and last time you ever hit me.”