Eventually, without looking at me, Drew replied with a low tone, “I guess I’m not quite sure.”
I quirked my lips to the side at that. “Hmm…”
What did I say to that?
I had already made that quip about moaning his name. I couldn’t possibly be more forward than that. I was the one who scooted closer to him. The one who casually brushed our arms together.
But he followed me back into my office.
“You look displeased with that answer.” Drew’s lips smirked before throwing me a glance out of the corner of his eye.
“I feel confused, I guess. I can’t tell if you’re interested in me or if I’m completely misreading these signals.”
He turned to face me, saying earnestly, “I amveryinterested, Vanessa.”
The sound of my name on his lips made chills erupt down my spine, and goosebumps pebble on my arms. God, what was it like having this much sex appeal without having to try?
I pulled my lips back in a grin. It wasn’t a sexy grin by any means, but it was a grin that usually made men drop to their knees in front of me. The way his gaze lowered to my lips, while parting his own, made me hopeful that Drew would be there soon.
“You likethatanswer,” Drew murmured to my lips as he moistened his own.
“I do. I’m glad we’re on the same page.” I set my glass down so I could lean back on my palms, casually showing off my body. I loved a good tank top. Most of my wardrobe was tank tops at this point. My cutoff jean shorts were a little higher than usual, showcasing my toned legs.
Thank god I decided to shave this morning. Leaning back like this also popped my chest out a bit. I wasn’t wearing a bra, because fuck bras.
Ifeltit when Drew’s eyes lowered to my chest in appreciation. My nipples stiffened under his attention, which made him grumble something low in his throat. He leaned closer, brushing his knuckles down my arm, sending goosebumps all over my body. Noticing my physical reaction to his gentle touch, he grinned and stood up from his seat on the edge of my desk.
I frowned at his back as he strolled across the small room, studying the pictures and clutter on my shelves. He knocked back the rest of his vodka in one sip, keeping the cup in his hands.
“So…” I stood from my desk too, folding both of my arms over my chest again.
“I don’t think I wish to rush things with you, Vanessa,” Drew announced with a sigh as he turned to face me from the other side of the small room. “Which is a shame.” He quirked his lips at that. “Because while I would deeply enjoy our carnal?—”
I snorted. “Carnal?”
He raised an eyebrow at me in a challenge. “Do you not want a carnal relationship?”
“I mean,” I lifted a shoulder as I elaborated. “I enjoy sex as much as any other woman. I’m not opposed to casual relationships.”
Drew nodded with a grin that practically made my clothes want to burn off my body. “Are you so desperate for my touch that you can’t wait for me to learn your mind as well?”
I raised my eyebrows at him as I replied, “I—I guess I’m not used to a man being interested in anything more than physical touch.”
Drew frowned at that, confused. “You are not used to men showing interest in you?”
I smirked. “I never said that. Men just aren’t usually interested in anything that isn’t purely…carnal.” I used his weird word back at him.
He pressed his lips together as he glared at his glass, pondering my response.
Part of me hoped that he was upset that men only seemed to be interested in me for their pleasure, but another part of me was worried that he was upset over the idea of me being sexually experienced.
“I’m thirty years old,” I reminded him. “I’m not ashamed of the fact that I have needs. If a man is interested in meeting my needs, I’m going to take him up on it.”
A pinch formed between his brows as he glanced up at me. “What?”
“If you’re getting uncomfortable over the fact that I have a sexual history…” I crossed my arms, not in a protective stance, but in a secure one. “You need to get over it if you want to explore anything between us.” The pinch in his brow smoothed, and a smirk pulled at his lips as he raised his glass to brush his thumb against his bottom lip.
Even though my underwear was getting more damp by the second, I held my ground, waiting for him to respond before I said anything more. No matter how delicious he looked casually dragging his thumb over his lower lip in thought.
