Page 17 of My Turn Petal
A trial.
He grabs the keys of his apartment from the shelf next to the door and locks it. “Let’s go to your place and talk about everything.”
Inside my controlled space, I feel his laser gaze bore through my figure.
“Would you like the details of my condition?” the words come out hesitant.
Now it’s super personal and acid whisks in my stomach.
“Of course.” He replies in a soft tone, and then undresses me with his stare. “But before that, strip.”
“What?” I rest my hands on the couch, thinking my brain had a glitch for a moment.
His features stay calm, “You heard me.” Now his tone is more commanding and it does what I know for a fact will make my body obey.
It awakens goosebumps along my flesh.
“Why?” I question, not sure now is the time for that when we decided to talk.
His gorgeous eyes maintain a permanent contact with mine that doesn’t waver for a second.
I gulp.
He finally opens his mouth, “You want my help?”
“Yeah but—”
“No buts, stay in your underwear and bra.” He nods his chin toward his body. “I’m only wearing sweats.”
His calm demeanor relaxes me and that’s because I know him, but not like this.
Not intimately.
Although everything about him appeals to my senses.
I comment with a smirk, “That’s not equally the same and you know that, Mr. Roberts.”
“Petal,” he twists his body to fully face me, and his fingers start to pave their way to mine. “I know that you’re always in control of everything and that’s why I need you to give some of that control to me.” His fingertips draw soothing lines on my palm. “I won’t try anything unless you permit me to do what I want during our session.”
“Wow, I didn’t expect you to take the wheels so fast.”
Yet I’m not surprised. He was always like this with me—helping me by lifting some of the weights off my shoulders, as small as they were, he was always the first person to be there.
“That’s what you need.” He answers and continues to caress my hand and it feels so gratifying that my toes curl in pleasure. “Someone who will make it easier for you.”
“Yeah, I do.” I rest my back on the couch. “How do you know that?”
He grins, “I know you.”
The sincerity of his words encapsulates me and I am ready to reveal another layer of myself to him.
Not because I have to but because I want to.
“I need you to feel comfortable around me, without me touching you. This would never be convenient under any circumstances unless we make it convenient on our own.” He clarifies his earlier request.
I love my body and I’m not ashamed of it. It’s something I learned to appreciate about myself. I fell in love with all my curves, my thick thighs, and my rounded belly. “I’m comfortable with that.”
“Now be good, petal.” Eyeing me, he leans forward, “And lose your clothes.”
