Chapter Six
If I ever needed moreproof that this man is out of my league, then those words are it.
Tread carefully, self.
Imagine yourself as this helpless little lamb, and right next to you is a tiger. Would you feel safe and comfy, just because its claws are sheathed, and it has yet to open its jaws?
No, of course not.
Big, bad animals like Mr. Mine will always make creatures like me feel small and vulnerable, and I love it.
He only has to stare at me the way he's doing now, and I already feel like I'm in danger. All he has to do is be close to me, and it's more than enough to have a creamy rush of lust drenching my pussy.
And when I think about what he's just said—-
I'll take you up to my suite.
Remove your clothes.
And make you cum again and again until you understand that you are the only woman I'm craving for.
I clear my throat, but it's not enough, and I can feel him staring at me in amusement as I end up taking several gulps of my latte.
Calm down, self.
I look up, and my sanity threatens to flee when I see one of his almost-smirks playing over his lips.
C'mon, Mr. Mine.
Can't you be a little less hot so I can think clearly?
I take another gulp of latte and clear my throat before making another attempt to speak. "So, um, about those steps you mentioned."
"What about them?"
"When someone says they're going to take steps to do this or that, they usually start with the basics. Like..step one, which is for us to get to know each other. Or something like that. People don't usually begin with Step 200—-"
Such as taking to his suite a girl whose name he doesn't even know.
"Or Step 500."
Such as making said girl cum again and again until—-
"Are you asking me to slow down?"
"Kinda?" And when that doesn't seem enough for him, I add rather lamely, "I'm new to this."
"And so you feel scared."
"A little."
"Don't be."
He's purring again, and oh my gosh, but I. IS. SWOONING. Again.
"I'm a damn good teacher—-"
Halp, self!