Page 32 of Resisting the Temptation
I really hope my heart can stay the fuck out of it, especially because I’ll still see him at the office.
I arrive at the club at seven forty-five so I have ample time to psych myself up for what’s to come. This time, I put a red ribbon around my wrist. I don’t go to the bar because I want to have my mind clear for what’s about to happen.
When I get to the door of the room I’ve been in twice already, I take a deep breath before scanning my card. It flashes green, and I hesitantly poke my head in before stepping inside and scanning the empty room.
My heart sinks, and anxiety threatens to swallow me whole.
Ben’s not here yet.
Maybe he’s not coming at all. Maybe he’s changed his mind and doesn’t want to be stuck with me.
He said eight o’clock. He still has a few minutes.
I sit on the chaise, and memories of the last time I was sitting here assault me, and my lust flares. I squeeze my thighs together and try to relieve the arousal quickly working its way through my bloodstream, gathering at my clit, but it doesn’t help.
It’s been too long since I got laid.
The doorclicksand opens. Ben’s sculpted body filling the doorway kicks my arousal up by ten degrees.
He lets the door close softly behind him before he addresses me, “You came.”
I stand quickly, though I don’t know why. “I did.”
Ben nods. “I wasn’t sure if you would.”
I swallow. “I wasn’t either.”
“What convinced you?”
Lust. Desire. The overwhelming need to please you even though I don’t really understand it.
I don’t say that, obviously. That would be embarrassing. “I don’t want to have to find someone new to show me the ropes. So to speak.”
I rarely see Ben smile at work, but the corners of his mouth tip up into a lecherous grin full of dirty promises. “I’ll definitely show you the ropes. But later. It’s been a while, and I think we need to go over the rules again.”
I roll my eyes. “I remember the rules.”
Ben raises an eyebrow at me. “Did you just roll your eyes at me?”
There’s no point in lying, so I raise my chin defiantly. “Yes, Sir.”
Ben prowls towards me like a panther sneaking up on its prey. “The first time we were here you were so sweet. So submissive. So eager to please. What’s changed,Dulzura?”
God, that nickname. I want to know what it means, but I don’t dare ask and ruin the mystery.
“I didn’t know you as well back then,” I admit, even though it’s mostly a lie.
The truth of the matter is the first time, I immediately felt safe with Ben. I felt like I could give up control to him, especially since Kiera’s the one who paired us. I didn’t feel like I had to present myself as a confident, bubbly person. I could just… let go and let him make the rules.
Now, I feel like I’m at war with myself because outside of this room, I’m one person, and in here, I’m another. But I can’t tell Ben that because what if he thinks I’m not being authentic? Both sides of my personality are true to who I am, even if sometimes I have to force the happy side.
Ben tsks. “I don’t think so, Emma. Try again. The truth this time.” He’s right in front of me now. Every breath I take has my breasts brushing against his broad chest, and he’s staring into my eyes like he’s trying to solve a puzzle.
I blink and look away, the intensity of his stare too much to handle right now.
“This doesn’t work without trust.”
“If I promise to not sass you again, promise to just follow your directions, can we just move on from the topic?Please?” I beg, crossing my arms over my chest.
