Page 88 of Vows In Corruption

A sigh leaves Bennett, and he stand up from where he is sitting and comes over and takes a seat on the couch I have designated as mine for this flight.

He doesn’t say anything at first, he just sits there and looks out in front of him.

“What do you want to do?” He asks after about a minute. When his eyes meet mine, I see a bit of the sweet side of Bennett. The one he bring out when his niece and nephews are around. I’ve also seen him bring it out with Charlie this week and it melts my heart every time I see it.

“Would wanting to get to know you a little better be on the table?”

The man gives me a smile. Something that I’ve notice he doesn’t give to many people. “Yes. It would definitely be on the table and it is, but tell me something.” He says, moving so that his front is facing me. I give him a nod to continue. “Was there something else you wanted to ask?”

I swear this man, hasn’t known me long, but he know how to read me a little to well.

Now I’m the one sighing. There’s no reason to lie.

My head lands on the back of the couch. “Yes.”

“What?”

I take a second to find some courage. “If you regretted what happened between us yesterday.”

There is silence, and without warning, a laugh fills the cabin. And not just a chuckle or a small little laugh you give to a little kid, a full blown laugh.

In the time that I’ve known Bennett, he has never laughed like this. I don’t know whether to pull out my phone and record it in fear that I will never hear it again, laugh with him, or cower into myself because he is laughing at me.

“Great. You’re laughing at me.” I mutter, already feeling my face get red and hot for all the wrong reasons.

Bennett’s laugh dies down a bit but there is still a very prominent smile on his face when he speaks again.

“I’m not laughing at you.”

“Seems like you are.”

He shifts again, this time coming closer, his arm landing on the back of the couch.

With that move, his scent incapsulates me. It’s this cloud of citrus, wood and fresh air all wrapped up together. Smelling it takes me back to the first time I kissed him and how I didn’t want to pull away from. At this moment, I don’t want to pull away either. I want to come the distance between us and borrow my face into his chest so I can engrain the scent into my mind.

His fingers land in my hair and he starts twirling a few strands as he speaks. “I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing because regretting something like that is fucking ridiculous.”

Goosebumps form all over my body.

“But you closed your self off last night.”

It was careless of me to expect that he would have come to my room last night. It was careless to even think that things between us were going to change just because he stuck his tongue in my pussy and gave me the best orgasm ever. I should have thought better. I should have been oaky with sleeping alone, because now that I’m hearing the words come out of my mouth, I really do sound like the clingiest person in the world.

Bennett lets out a sigh, all laughter and smiles gone from his face. “I didn’t regret what happened between us. Actually, I very much want to continue what happened in my office. What happened last night wasn’t about you or regret.”

“Oh.”

If it wasn’t about me or him regretting what we did, then what was it about? The question forms on the tip of my tongue but I don’t let it come out. Looking from his facial expression, the answer is going to be personal, and I don’t know if we are at the stage of know those kind of personal things about each other.

I’m okay with not knowing everything about this man, just like I’m okay with him not knowing everything about me.

But apparently Bennett feels differently.

“How much do you want to get to know me?”

I want to know everything, seems like a little too much, so I give him the response that I would give him if he ever asked me that question.

“However much you are willing to tell me.”

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