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I blow out a breath. "I’m not sure if I want to do this."
"Do what?"
"This." I stab a thumb over my shoulder to where he tossed the NDA. "Whatever it is."
"You don’t have to take part in anything. You simply need to be with me and take notes when I tell you to."
"Take notes about the s-s-sex acts you mean?"
"About the kink you’re going to witness, yes."
Heat flushes my cheeks. "You said that word simply to get a reaction from me."
He pauses to think, then nods. "You’re right, I did."
"At least, you don’t lie."
"Unlike you."
I set my jaw. "I am being honest when I say I don’t want to witness sexy—huh—kinky stuff."
He stares at me steadily. His features are inscrutable, but there’s a bend in his lips which indicates he’s amused by this conversation.
"There’s nothing funny about this situation."
"Except for the fact you’re curious about said acts. Except, you’ve always wanted to know about kink but never had the courage to find out. Except, you can’t wait to get out of this car and accompany me to the yacht, but you don’t want to admit it."
"I don’t."
"Hmm." He taps his fingers on his wheel. "Slide your fingers into your panties."
"What?" I stare.
"You can, of course, leave the car, and I’ll have someone drive you home and we may never speak of this night."
"And I’ll still have my job?"
"You will."
The expression on his face indicates he expects me to take the easy way out. The rebel at heart, who’s headed for an arranged marriage, and who’s never had the guts to seize the opportunity when it was presented to her, wants to prove him wrong. And I was so sure I wanted control of what I would do next.What am I going to do next?
I straighten my legs, then raise my hips to hitch up my skirt. It takes some wriggling to pull it halfway up, but finally it’s bunched up my thighs. Good thing I noticed a tear in my stockings earlier and took them off. Or a bad thing… Depends on your perspective. I have to admit, it’s with relief I slide my fingers down the front of my panties. My breath hitches. Fish on a bike, I’m soaking wet.
"Exactly." His voice is calm.
I search for any traces of triumph or satisfaction in his tone, but I only hear a methodical intent in them. It’s as if he wants to prove a point and knew he wasn’t going to lose. He baited me, and I walked into his trap. I could, of course, get out of the car and leave…but that would mean walking away from his challenge. I'd be conforming to the image my family created for me. Following through would mean, when presented with the opportunity to create my own experiences, the kind I could draw on later when I was trapped in a marriage I don't want, I’ll have some satisfaction that I embraced my deepest desires. The kind the man next to me seems to bring out in me. The kind I heard gossiped about among my girlfriends, and to which I nodded along, pretending a first-hand knowledge I didn’t have. The gap in my skillset is one I could fill now. He's giving me the opportunity to find out how it would be to feel my fingers inside of myself while he watches. When I still hesitate he stiffens. I sense the change that comes over him.
"You’re a virgin," He declares.
"What? No." I jerk my chin in his direction, then gasp, for he’s staring at me. And his amber eyes glow with a look of such intensity, I’m sure he’s going to reach over and curl his fingers around my neck and pull him to me and—
"Touch your clit," he orders.
I don’t comply.
"You do know where your clit is?"
"Of course, I do." He said it to rile me. He’s trying to manipulate me… And I am going to let him. This time.
