Page 80 of Imperfections Seduced
I know he’s watching me, I can feel his eyes roamingover my body. I don’t know how I know. I can just feel it. “I can see everything through these windows. Can people see me through them?” That’s an unsettling thought. People being able to watch your every move every day.
“No, they’re made to keep prying eyes out and let sunlight in. I like to watch, not be watched.”
The way he says it sends a flutter through the bottom of my stomach. He’s letting me know, as if I didn’t know already—he’s watching me. I turn around and face him. My God! He looks heart-stopping good. He’s sitting on the edge of the desk, one foot on the floor, the other one grazing the floor, and his hands are folded in front of him, drawing my eyes to his nether region.Agh! Pull it together and pull your eyes up, girl!
When my eyes reach his face, he has a wicked, irresistible smile. I’m trying my best here. I’m trying. “You’re not saying anything, you’re just staring at me.”
“I don’t want to scare you off. I’m surprised that you’re here. You have that deer-in-the- headlights look.”
“I felt like a deer caught in headlights out there. I felt sorry for Karen. I thought you were going to bite her head off. A ferocious lion circling its next meal.”
“You’re worried about Karen? Don’t be, she is paid immensely well to deal with me. My assistant, on the other hand, you might have to worry about.”
“It’s good to know Karen’s getting compensated to put up with you. I’ll pray for poor Steve. I think he’s going to get some of what Karen got and then some.”
He smiles and lets out a little chuckle.
“So what brings you to the den? I wasn’t expecting to see you after our last encounter.”
“I’m sorry I dropped by unannounced—”
“You are one of the few people that are welcomed here anytime with or without an appointment.”
“I thought I could take you to lunch, but I see you’re busy.”
“I’m never too busy to make a little time for you. Is that the only reason you’re here?”
Boy, his eyes haven’t left me since he came in here. I have an audience of one, listening intently to every single word that comes out of my mouth. I feel like I’m on display. “I think we need to talk about what happened the night you drove me home.”
He shifts his weight to both his legs on the hunter green carpet and rests his hands back on either side of him on the edge of his desk. For the first time since we’ve been in here, he looks away from me, out the window, then back to me. Like the sexiest lion I’ve ever seen, he licks his lip and the corner of his mouth turns up. “Don’t worry, I’m safe.”
Hmmm. Safe with what? I’m clueless to what he’s talking about. Then I get it, I’m such an idiot.
“I get tested twice a year. I believe it’s my duty and responsibility for a person who screws around as much as I do.”
“That’s good to know.” That’s the first question I should have asked before having sex with zero protection. “I wasn’t even thinking about that.” I could kick myself, having unprotected sex with a known womanizer.
“You should if you’re going to go around having sex,” he says.
“I’m not going to be having sex with anyone else!”
“Good. I have had a lot of sex with a lot of women, and I always use protection. Except when I’m in what I would consider a serious relationship. That has only been twice, and the longest one lasted a little over twelve months.”
“You’re really blunt.”
“When it comes to sex, you should be. We should beable to talk about anything that’s on your mind. For instance, you should be able to tell me if something I’m doing during sex feels good or not. After all, I aim to please.”
And you do, from what I’ve experienced. “I’m not used to you talking to me this way. The way you speak to me now is different.”
“Does it bother you?”
“No.” It’s better than patting me on the head like a little girl or worse a sister.
“Good. I’m going to show you all sides of me, good and bad. I don’t want to censor who I am around you.”
“I wouldn’t want you to.”
I can’t believe he’s telling me this. He’s sitting on the edge of his desk, watching me in the middle of his office, relaxed and looking good, really good. Talking about sex like it’s an everyday conversation we would normally have, while his eyes rake up and down my body. I feel self-conscious; that’s a feeling I never felt around him before, and it’s unnerving. I’m open and exposed; I feel more exposed standing in front of him with my clothes on than when he stripped me down naked in his bathroom.
