She throws a crap attempt at a shrug.
“Athena,” I whisper.
She has only made me want her more. Shit, I have wanted her since I first saw her, but now… teaching her.
I can’t.
“I just need you to explain some different positions… maybe from experience.” She shrinks back with nowhere else to go.
I am in front of her, toe to toe. Reaching up, my fingers grip her chin and gently, I tilt her face to mine.
“It would be my honour.”
“But no breaking the contract,” she whispers, her eyes frantic.
“No breaking the contract,” I reply.
Fuck the contract.
“When did you want to start?” she squeaks.
“Now?” I am fully aware how desperate I sound.
She stares at me, a million thoughts and questions no doubt whizzing through her brain. “I just need…” She breaks off her sentence, her tongue darting out and licking her lip. “A moment or two.”
Dropping her chin from my grip, she stays anchored for a moment before she rushes past me, closing the bedroom door. I let my eyes lock on where she disappeared to, and slide my phone out of my pocket, clicking on Sylvia’s name.
“Royce,”
“Sylvia,” I purr.
“What is so urgent at eight in the evening?”
“I need you to go shopping for me, and it’s very urgent.”
“On it, what do you need?”
“Give me two and I’ll text it all over.”
Athena is still locked away in the bedroom, and I am grateful that she is when I hear a soft knock. Moving across the room, I see Sylvia standing there, a handful of bags in her hand.
“I owe you.” I smile at her as she passes them over to me.
“You do.” She taps her foot. “I’ll send you the bill.”
“No problem.” I chuckle. “Thank you again.” We say bye and I close and lock the door.
Padding towards the bedroom, I decide it’s best we sit in here. I lower myself on the edge of the bed before I see the bathroom door open, steam following her. Her skin is all silky and wet, and a towel is pulled tight to her small frame.
She looks at the bags on the bed and then back to me. “What is?—”
I cut her off. “Don’t worry about that, get dressed. Where is your notepad?” I ask.
She points to the bedside unit. Standing, I walk around the bed and tug the drawer, slipping the notepad out and dropping it to the bed.
“Why are you still standing there looking all sexy in your towel?”
“Because you’re in here and I need to get into my pyjamas.”
