“No storage rooms. No offices. No flats where dead people could be walking around. Should I be aware of any other places you can’t have sex?” He’s laughing at me again. Good. I prefer that over annoyance.
“If I asked you to take me to your bed after our next date and make love to me, would you?”
“I don’t take women to my house. And I don’t make love.”
“Would you if it pleased me?” I want to plant the idea that taking me into his bed will conquer half the battle.
He doesn’t answer immediately but I can tell he’s thinking it over. “I might be able to find a way to make an exception this one time.”
I’m surprised he gave in so easily. “Good. I’m off Thursday and Friday.”
“Fuck, no! That’s five days from now.”
I shrug, pretending I don’t know what the problem is. “And?”
He’s shaking his head. “No way. That’s entirely too long to wait.”
Really? Five days is nothing. “Anticipation is one of the best forms of foreplay.”
I’m certain he doesn’t agree, based on his expression. “Ugh!” he groans. “Mmm … I’m going to kiss the hell out of you right now and you’re not going to tell me I can’t.”
He doesn’t give me the opportunity to refuse. I’m yanked into his arms, my body slamming against his. His mouth devours mine, consuming me from the outside inward.
His hands are on my ass, squeezing my cheeks, almost painfully so. He’s borderline lifting me, the tips of my toes barely grazing the ground. I think he’ll have me lifted with my legs wrapped around him at any minute. But then he releases me. And I’m disappointed. I liked what he was doing.
“You better be worth all this work and waiting.” He nips my bottom lip and gives my ass another painful squeeze before turning to walk to his car.
Anticipation—it builds excitement and suspense. The brain really is a sexual organ, even for men. Sin is going to spend the next five days and nights fantasizing about what it’ll be like when he finally has me beneath him. Waiting is something he’s never had to do so this is another way of setting me apart from the others before me. It proves I’m worth the wait and far more than just fuckworthy.
This is happening much faster than I anticipated. It’s coming down to the wire and I have to mentally prep myself if I’m going to be ready to do this in a mere five days.
He thinks our only reason for coming together is for sex, but it’s going to be about so much more. I need him to feel a bond. It’s something I’ve never had with a man before so I’m not sure I can pull it off.
As one would expect, making yourself an island prevents you from forming emotional and physical connections. That translates into me never having had an intimate relationship with a man. I’m a twenty-five-year-old virgin and my first sexual encounter is going to be with the son of my mother’s killer.
It’s sick, but all part of my plan to make him fall in love with me.
I’ve convinced him I’m some sort of sexual butterfly but I wonder what he’s going to think when he realizes he is the first man to ever have me. I anticipate it going one of two ways: either he’ll be pissed and storm out because I’m not the experienced woman he’s expecting, or he’ll be so taken by being the one and only that he’ll do everything in his power to keep it that way.
I’m hoping for the latter.
* * *
The days are closing in quickly and I’m growing increasingly nervous about my approaching deflowering. I sort of know what to expect, yet I don’t. I can only think of one person in this world I can talk to about sex—my sister.
“Oh God, Bleu. I’m so happy to hear from you. I wasn’t sure if you’d be able to get away to call or not.” She understands it isn’t always possible for me to call home.
“I’m so happy to hear your voice. You’re good?”
“Yeah.”
“How’s work?” I say.
“The golden child got the day shift, so I’m still stuck on twelve-hour nights. But I expected it, so I’m not too disappointed.” Elli had put in for days just before I left. I’m bummed for her that she didn’t get it.
“At least it’s never boring.” It’s my attempt at being positive.
“Right. The freaks come out at night, especially in the ER. A dude came in last night—he’d shoved a bag of coke up his ass when he got pulled over. Retrieving that was a load of fun. I promise you I do not get paid enough for that shit.”
My sister’s wit and charm is effortless. She makes everyone laugh and is adored by all. I wish I were more like her.
“I know you can’t tell me anything about your assignment but are you at least enjoying wherever you are?”
“I am. It’s beautiful here.”
“Tell me you’re on a tropical island, mingling with beautiful male criminals who wear togas and feed you grapes while you lounge in the sun.”
We always play this game. “Yes. I’m in Hawaii investigating a rich, handsome man. I’m staying with him at his extravagant beachfront home where I have servants at my beck and call but I mostly lie on the beach all day.”
“Ahh … being pampered by criminals is so much better than digging in their asses. I want your job instead of mine. Is it too late for a career change?”
There’s no way Princess Ellison could hang with my kind of criminals. “You should definitely look into it.”
“Seriously, is everything okay? You don’t sound like your usual self.” She knows me so well.
“No, but is it ever?”
“Can you tell me what’s wrong or is it top secret?”
I can give Elli a portion of this story. The other part will have to be fictitious. “I’ve met someone.”
“Bleu! You have to tell me everything! Is he handsome? Rich? When did you meet him? And how?”
“Yes. Yes. Not long ago. And in a bar.”
“Ooh … exciting. Tell me more.”
“He’s Scottish.”
“Shut up! You’re in Scotland?”
“I didn’t say that.” This job isn’t FBI-related so I think I can divulge a little more information than usual. “But yes, I am.”
“Oh … you’re in love with a Scotsman.” I did not say I was in love. “Do you orgasm every time he speaks?”