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The instant I entered, I realized I had never seen him before. I couldn’t tell exactly if that was a good or a bad thing since everything seemed to be heading towards disaster at that point.
I faked another smile. I was making a habit that day of faking things— smiles, words, even my attitude.
Despite what I was expecting, the man didn’t order me around. He gallantly reached a hand for me to join him. He was far less dominant than the other two men I previously saw in the room but far more attractive. And that was making him a sword with two ends.
I always notice the eyes of a man. His were icy blue, the same color the sky used to be in the morning. My mother gave me an old picture of the sky from what seemed to be lifetimes ago, and his beautiful cyan pools reminded me of that moment.
It helped calm me down a little— not for long as the tone of his voice set me back on edge, ‘First time in a room like this?’ He was trying to be nice, probably just because I was his boss’s toy.
With that in mind, I still couldn’t answer. I simply nodded a couple of times, letting my gaze fall to the ground.
But then a realization made me raise it up again and forced my mouth to gain the courage it needed. ‘First time, yes.’
Brax was watching me, and I didn’t need his pity.
That’s not what could trigger him.
I needed his jealousy.
‘Then I’m going to go easy on you.’ The tempting promise between his words was warning me that hiseasydidn’t mean the same thing for him as it did for me.
‘Ready when you are,’ my lips slowly spoke the words, letting them linger on the tip of my tongue with the most sensual calling.
For anyone watching, I appeared utterly intrigued by the man standing right in front of me, while in my mind,Please God, don’t let me fuck this up,was becoming the motto of the day.
My answer raised a strange interest in the man standing in front of me. I was breaking his pattern, being very different from the women he would normally put on a show with. This wasn’t my job. I was doing it only for fun — or at least that’s what I wanted them to think.
‘Trust me, you’re not ready.’ He was as arrogant as the rest of the men in my life, drawing a few fingers through his sun-kissed hair and arranging it to fall back.
I looked at him like a dumb puppet hanging on thin strings while he brought his hand to the side of my neck, caressing it until his fingers slid over my shoulder, down to my back. He was reaching for the zipper of my dress, and the instant he pulled it open, the material formed a green puddle at my feet.
The very sexy piece of lingerie that his gesture revealed got him to arch an eyebrow, visibly impressed by what I was putting on display.
And this was from a man that had seen it all by now.
I must have been doing something right.
That was encouraging me to go on, even if with each second that passed, we were speeding to reach the limit of the impossible.
I reciprocated the gesture, unhurriedly unbuttoning his shirt, trailing each inch of his chest along the way. The man was the definition of fit, and I had to admit that the fine display of well-shaped muscles was making things easier than I was expecting. Yet I still felt incredibly awkward, seeing everything as a scene in a play rather than any kind of sexual encounter.
He suddenly disappeared from my sight in a movement that was setting all triggers alive. The man was kneeling in front of me, and no matter how attractive he might have been, I didnotlike where his eye level was at.
I gasped as he came closer, praying that Brax would have some kind of reaction to this proximity.
Yet, he didn’t.
And the man came closer and closer, until...
Until I was squeezing my eyelids shut, knowing that I would be unable to fake any kind of satisfaction.
My eyes were so tightly shut that I thought my eyelids would split open. I was trying to raise my lips to at least simulate the shadows of pleasure, though I wasn’t sure it was working out too well.
I must’ve looked like a clown, and I realized that’s exactly what I was, as I felt his hands grab on my ankle, trying to help me dispose of the dress that was traveling down on my feet.
I breathed with such release that it seemed I had just escaped some high security prison.
My moment of freedom was short-lived.
