“Your house is beautiful,” she said.
“Thanks.”
He dug some keys out of his back pocket, opening up the door, and flicking a switch. She didn’t expect to see his place clean.
“This is your space.”
“Yep.”
He closed the door, and slid the lock into place. Locking her hands together, she waited for him to give the tour. He stood behind her, hands back on her hips, which seemed to be a theme with him. The first room was a large living room, complete with a couch, two chairs, and one of the biggest televisions she had ever seen. “I live modestly. I got that on sale back in November. I don’t spend a lot, and save up. I watch the games on it.”
“That’s all?”
“Yep.”
“Isn’t it a little big for just a game?”
“It’s football, Raven.”
“It’s nice,” she said. “I don’t watch a lot of television.”
“Neither do I.” Next he took her through to a large dining room. There was no table though. “I’ve got to find the right table. I was thinking about making one but I never seem to have the time.”
From the dining room, he turned, heading back to through the living room, and coming out near a small study, until he took her to the kitchen. It was a large space, complete with a couple of ovens, and several pieces of equipment. Raven gasped, reaching out to touch the granite counter.
“This is amazing,” she said.
“Couple who owned the place before had just done the kitchen. All I needed to do was tweak a few things, and I think it came out just right.”
“You’re really talented.”
“I work well with my hands. It’s what I do.”
She smiled. “Talented hands.”
“I’ve got a lot of other ways to show you.” He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Are you ready to see the upstairs?”
“I’m not sure about this, Drew.”
“Is this because of my reputation?”
“No. This is because everything is moving so fast, and I don’t know how to slow it down.” She turned around, and stared up at him.
He cupped her face, running his thumb across her lip. “I’d never hurt you.”
She believed him. There was no doubt in her mind.
“I just want to spend time with you.”
Raven sighed. “You had my skirt around my waist less than an hour ago.”
“I want to fuck you, Raven. I’m not going to lie. I want to be with you, fuck you, own you. This feeling you create inside me, I can’t even begin to put it into words.”
“You don’t really know me.”
“It doesn’t matter. I know you’re kind, you’re loving, and you’d never hurt a soul. I’ve seen you, Raven. All the time, I’ve seen you. There’s no denying what I feel. Give me a chance.”