You wanted to shock me, Mr. Mine.
You know you did.
And in truth, it's only now that I'm finally starting to understand just how different the two of us are, and how I'm nothing but this tiny little fish swimming against the tide of his experience.
"I have, haven't I?"
"You did."
He sucks his breath at the way I whispered the words.
"And I like it."
A moment passes, and then his tiger-gold eyes are glittering at me with desire so flagrantly carnal, it almost feels like he's actually turned into this big, scary wildcat that's about to pounce and eat me alive.
"You surprise me," he says huskily.
"Have I?"
"I thought I'd have scared you off by now."
I shake my head.
No, Mr. Mine.
I don't scare easily at all.
Another almost-smirk plays over his lips, and the sight makes me want to writhe.
He's right, after all.
I do want to eat him, and I know it's so because I have this sudden urge to trace the outline of his smirk with my tongue.
Behave, self!
The waiter comes back almost on cue to serve us our orders, and I have no idea whether this sudden reprieve makes me feel cheated or relieved.
See how you confuse me, Mr. Mine?
I take a bite of my toast, and I have this crazy urge to laugh when I realize that all this flirting has me hungry. I've eaten the whole thing up in minutes, and it's only when I reach for my shake that I see Mr. Mine has barely touched his plate...since he's been watching me the entire time.
"You made me hungry," I say defensively.
"Have I?"
Mr. Mine's sly tone makes me remember what he said earlier—-
You're looking at me like you fucking want to eat me.
And it's enough to make my cheeks turn red.
"I meant, for food!"
"Of course."
"It's all this flirting we've been doing," I explain in a rush. "I'm not used to it."
"You speak as if this is the first time you've ever flirted with a man."