I then shake my head to clear it. Not the right time to be thinking about him commanding me to come.
“Career?” Grumpy asks, pulling me from the visual.
I explain that when young, I started flipping burgers. Later, I worked my way through average restaurants and into classy ones.
“And finally,” I say, “around nineteen, a French chef said I should go all the way.”
I look over, and Grumpy is now leaning on his side. He is watching me, and he looks hot. He is also shirtless and swirling a stylish pen. “Like he wanted to take you?”
“No, for my career! You need to get some.”
Harry clears his throat, and I explain how I was sent to Paris to study. Then, London to be a chef.
“So, past boyfriends?”
I am slow to jump in, and I don’t want to get into it. “How about this instead?” I say. “How we met?” I roll around and look at Grumpy. “It’s more relevant. Why? Because it may come up in conversation.”
Grumpy’s eyes are dark, and I feel them on my body. I am also getting turned on as we lie semi-naked side by side.
It’s nice, too nice, and my nipples will soon pebble.
I realize I’ve paused for too long, so I push on. “How about this? And it’s supposedly wise we stick to part of the truth. Otherwise, we’re likely to mess it up, when asked.”
“So, you want to tell them I took you on top of a car in the rain?”
“No, but maybe in the hotel,” I say.
We stare at each other, and I sip my fruity drink, my eyes on his.
“And how you fucked me,” I say. “Like I’ve never been fucked.”
I snap out of my trance, and I shake my head. “Actually, hang on, no, wait.”
I gulp, embarrassed. I then take a moment to compose myself. “Sorry, that’s not what I meant.”
“You sure about that?” Harry asks huskily.
I inhale and look at him.
“Do not tell them how I held your jaw tight or why,” Harry says. “Especially so I could see your eyes and read your mind.”
I sip my drink as my nipples pebble. “And why did you do that?” I ask, getting turned on.
“Simple,” he says huskily. “Because I wanted to see your spirit change. Change when you shattered.”
“Is that what you were really doing?” I ask, needing to know.
“I don’t know,” Harry says, rolling over and looking up at the sky. “I guess.”
“What’s it like pushing someone over the edge and controlling them like that?” I ask, intrigued.
Harry sighs and he looks up at the sun. “I can’t remember. And I always forget. It’s just what I’ve always done.” Thathurts.“But for some reason, with you, I’ve never forgotten. Ever.”
I watch his face, and he looks disturbed.
Really disturbed.
“The look in your eyes as you came for me will always be with me. Haunting me. Tormenting me. Dominating me.”
