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“I disagree.”
“We jumped into things way too quickly. I’m trying to put the brakes on for a bit. If you think about it, you’ll agree with me.”
“You better eat up, or you’re going to be hungry later,” I suggest.
Jake obligingly takes a bite. He looks confused. He’s not used to me taking charge like this. Jake needs to see that he doesn’t get to make all the decisions. He doesn’t get to tell me what to do.
“Fine, okay, yes. We can have dinner here, that’s fine. Then, you’ll go home.” He takes another bite and nods, confident in his new plan.
It’s almost like he’s talking to himself. I want to laugh at the confusion on his face, but I won’t because it’s actually kind of sweet and endearing. I don’t think he even realizes that he never put on a shirt.
I refill our wine glasses and take another sip of mine. Then, I pick up our plates and take them into the kitchen. Poor Jake. He still looks confused as he drinks his wine at the table. He seems to snap out of his trance as I grab the bottle of wine and walk past him to head toward his bedroom.
“Okay, so we’re going to make an early night of this,” he says to my retreating back. I ignore him as I continue to the bedroom.
He catapults from his chair as he rushes after me. I walk into his bathroom and turn on the dim setting for the lights, then start running the water in the tub. The huge tub. A tub meant for at least two.
“Wait, what are you doing?” he asks, hands on his hips.
“I told you earlier I wanted to sip on wine and relax in the tub. I don’t have a tub in my apartment, so I decided to use yours. I hope you don’t mind.”
“Lana, this is not a good idea,” he says while shaking his head.
“Oh, I think it’s a great idea. I know you are trying to protect me, but I know what I want. I want you, and I’ve known for a while.” I reach down to test the water. It’s perfect. I look back at Jake over my shoulder, and he’s staring at me, eyes unblinking.
I take a quick drink of my wine. Time for some more liquid courage. Though I am trying my best to play the part of the seductress, I’ve never done this before. And I’m incredibly nervous at the thought of what I’m about to do.
Another gulp of wine. Eeek, that’s not sexy. No, try again.
I sip the wine, then run my tongue along the rim of the glass.
I straighten and reach up to unclip my hair. It falls softly on my shoulders in gentle waves. Then, reaching up to my shoulder, which is already partially bare, I push the top of my dress down my arm. First, one shoulder, then the next. The dress pools at my waist, held up by the tightness of the lower half of the dress. My strapless lacy black bra reveals more than it covers, and I feel his heated, piercing eyes as he takes in the scene I’ve created.
“Lana, I promised you that we’d take things slow. This is the opposite of slow. I want this more than you know, but I am afraid that you’ll feel like we moved too fast.”
I ignore him as I continue my striptease. I reach behind and undo the zipper of my dress. Jake watches, mesmerized, as I shimmy out of thedress. His eyes follow the dress as it falls and pools out in a satiny puddle at my feet.
The only things left are my black high-heeled sandals, my black bra, and black panties. His smoldering eyes miss nothing as he rakes his eyes up and then down my body. Goosebumps prickle my skin at the intensity of his look.
“I need help with the clasp on my bra.”
“Huh?”
“Could you help me with the clasp?” I ask again. I can hardly recognize the newly raspy sound of my own voice.
He shakes his head at me.
Not to be dissuaded, I walk slowly over to him and turn around. “The clasp, Jake? It seems to be stuck.”
He clears his throat, the sound unsteady. He reaches up and releases the clasp for me. I turn around as my bra falls to the ground. His quick intake of breath shows me that he is not as immune to me as he pretends to be.
“Won’t you join me in the tub?”
“Ah, no. No. I have some things I need to . . . to take care of. But you stay and enjoy your bath.”
Still, he makes no move to leave.
I slowly reach up, put my arms around his neck, and press my body to his. My naked breasts are up against his bare chest. “Just one kiss, Jake.” I press my lips against his, but he makes no move to take the kiss any deeper. He does, however, move his hands onto my waist, gripping it tightly. I feel his hardness press into me. He’s not as unaffected as he wants me to believe.
