I was a mess.
And I was making a mess.
“You see,” she started, her lips pursed.“I never had an intimate?—”
“I-I get it!”I blurted, rubbing my clammy palms on my jeans.I was going to die.“But, I just… don’t mind my words, but you’re so hot and… I thought that?—”
“That I was experienced in the art of sex?”She finished my sentence with a small smile.
I lied before.I was going to dienow.If she kept giving me her calm, serene look with her plump lips curled in the corner revealing the small dimple on her chin—I was going to die a lucky man.
No, scratch that, a frustrated man.I was trying so fucking hard to control my boner.
“Yeah,” I said dumbly, staring at the world between her hazel eyes.
Get a grip, Dylan.You’re losing your cool.
I licked my lips, enjoying the way her eyes glanced down for a second.“I can’t imagine that you’ve never—pardon my French—gotten laid.”
“It was never my priority,” she said, crossing her legs.My gaze darted to her thighs once again.I should be awarded with a gold medal for controlling my boner.I was going to fuck my fistso hardonce she left.Maybe I can extend an hour so I can plant my face right where she’s sitting while pumping?—
“I had to take care of my nephew and then went to college and soon after that, the corporate world,” Katie continued, unaware of the filthy thoughts that corrupted my brain whenever she was around.“I didn’t think sex was important.”
“Until now?”I asked, raising my brow and sitting down beside her.
“Until now,” she nodded.
I knew how much she had hustled back in college, juggling classes with that part-time job at the rundown little jewelry store.I’d admired her sketches and designs, certain she was destined for more.I was happy and proud of her when she joined her current position atOpulence.
I didn’t want to show her that I was glad she was inexperienced in some fucked-up way.But I was.I could show her what true pleasure felt like.Passion, intimacy, the art of sex, as she called it.
But why did she think sex was important now?
I traced the line of her throat with my eyes and asked, “Why do you think it’s important now?”I added, clenching my hand in a fist, “Because you want to seduce someone?”
Whoever this someone was, I was punching them in my mind.But also congratulating them since she came to me first.
Hehe.Take that, fuckface.
“Yes, I have to seduce him,” she said, her face turning serious.
So it washim.
“Why do you have to?”I said and quickly added, “I mean, it doesn’t matter, of course.We can get into the teaching part right away.”
Katie averted her gaze, looking to her lap before sighing.I resisted the urge to hug her.It had been six years, and I wanted to talk about so much, but my selfishness and stubbornness stopped me.I wanted her.Until she remembers who I was.
“I’ll tell you later, but right now…” her eyes glittered in the dim light of the hotel room.“W-we can start, I guess.”
I knew she was trying to act brave by keeping her shoulders stiff and back straight, but I noticed the little tremble of her bottom lip.The light tapping of her heel as she waited for me to make a move.
But honestly, she looked like a tiny lamb ready to get mauled by a hungry, bad wolf.
And even though I was a selfish bastard, I wasn’t a sadist.
“Before we start, I want to give you a test.”
She perked up.“A test?”
