“But you waited outside for me?” I spoke as if I were in a daze, which I was.
“I wanted to see your face.” His fingers lightly traced my lips. “I wanted to get a kiss before you went to your next test.”
“Why?” I questioned him and stared into his deep blue eyes. “Why did you want to see my face?”
“Do I have to have a reason?” He raised an eyebrow. “Can’t I just want to see it?”
“Yeah, you should have a reason. Most people would have a reason.” My voice was sharp and he stepped away from me.
“Are you mad at me because I didn’t come into the room?” There was a hint of a smile on his lips and I glared at him.
“Really? You really think that’s why I was crying?”
“I don’t know. You girls are strange creatures.”
“I know you think you’re God’s gift to women, but you’re not God’s gift to me.”
“Pity.” He laughed. “I’d quite like to give my gift to you.”
“What gift?” I asked him confused again.
“This one.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the front of his pants. “I’ve been told by many that it’s the best gift they’ve ever received.”
“Is that meant to be funny or cute?” I yanked my hand away from him and tried not to think of the hard package I’d just been holding. “Because it’s neither.”
“What’s got you this way?” He frowned and looked at me seriously.
“I’m just fed up.” I shrugged. “I’m here doing stupid tests for a job I know nothing about, and it seems like I’m no closer to knowing.”
“Do you really want to know?” He walked toward me again and this time he didn’t stop. I took a few steps back to get away from him, but found myself up against the wall. He walked until he couldn’t walk anymore. His body was pressed against mine and the warmth of his chest heated me up.
“Yes.” I nodded, wide-eyed. This was it, then: he was finally going to tell me what went on here.
“You’re training to be my personal stripper.” He smiled as he leaned in to kiss me. “That’s why I’m taking a very personal interest in your training.” He kissed me lightly on the lips and I groaned as his tongue entered my mouth and I kissed him back eagerly. Stop it, Meg. I screamed at myself. Stop it. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop my hands from reaching up and grabbing his golden tresses. I couldn’t stop myself from sucking on his tongue and adjusting my position against the door, so that I could feel his hardness pressed against my lower stomach.
“I want to make love to you,” he whispered against my lips.
“I thought you wanted to f**k me,” I said in a blasé tone.
“I want to f**k you and then make love to you.” He grinned and kissed my cheeks. “I’m glad you’re not crying anymore.”
“You don’t really care.”
“So you know me, then?” He chuckled, but his eyes looked sad as he gazed at me. “I do have a heart, you know, despite everything that I’ve said.”
“Really? I thought it was frozen. Or maybe it was taken out.”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if my heart was taken out at some point.” He gave me a wry smile. “Maybe when I started high school.”
“Maybe at the same time you realized that you’d never be a comedian?”
“Yeah, maybe.” His eyes lit up and he stared at me for a few seconds. “You really listen, don’t you?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” I frowned.
“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Most women only seem to want to talk about their own issues. I find that they don’t really listen that well.”
“Really?” I was surprised at his comments. “I would have thought every woman would listen to what you had to say.”
“Really? Why’s that?”
“Because you’re hot.” I laughed. “And you’re mysterious. Women like a mysterious hot man.”
“Is that why you like me?”
“I like you because you’re rich.” I winked at him, but he didn’t laugh. “I’m joking, by the way. That’s not why I like you.”
“So you do like me?” He sighed and took a step back. “You shouldn’t like me.”
“Why?”
“I’ll only hurt you.”
“Are you trying to hurt me?” I looked at him carefully.
“Of course not.”
“Then you won’t hurt me.” I shrugged. “I’m not a fragile doll. I won’t break.”
“Is that an invitation to f**k you?” He smirked.
“Is everything about f**king to you?”
“Isn’t it for you?” He stepped closer to me again and grabbed my hands. “Your fingers are trembling slightly at my touch. I know you’re thinking, what is he going to do next? And that excites you. And maybe it slightly scares you. But, it excites you more than it scares you. And you know why it excites you? It excites you because you want me to do all the things you’ve been thinking about in your mind, but don’t want to admit. You want me to take you back into that room and you want me to f**k you. Long and hard. And I want to. I want to feel more than your fingers trembling beneath mine. But, I’m not going to.”
“Why not?” I whispered, eyes wide and unblinking. There was a throbbing between my legs that told me that everything he had just said was correct.
“Because now’s not the time.” His eyes were dark. “And you haven’t begged me yet.”
“I’m never going to beg you.” I gasped.
“Then we will never make love.” He laughed and his lips brushed mine slowly. “But for some reason, I don’t think that’s going to be an issue.”
“I’m not going to beg you to make love to me.” I shook my head energetically. “You’re wasting your time if you think I’m going to beg.”
“Do you think I’m sexy?”
I nodded in response.
“Do you think I can give you the best orgasm of your life?”
I nodded again slowly, unable to come up with some witty lie.
“Do you think you’ll be able to resist me, when I take you to the brink of that orgasm?”
I stared at him breathlessly, unsure of what he was saying.