Grabbing a towel from the rack, he quickly runs it over his body and then wraps it around his waist before turning back around to offer me his hand. As I place my hand in his and step over the threshold, I feel like I’m entering an entirely new world, one where I feel completely and utterly comfortable with this man. Against all rationality, I feel safe with him.

Somewhere between my shampoo and the breathtaking orgasm, I came to the

unconscious realization that I want to have sex with this man, that I want him to be my first. I know next to nothing about him, but for some insane reason, I trust he would never hurt me. With his strong, capable hands and warm wet mouth, not to mention his talented tongue, I have already experienced some of the pleasures he has to offer. Every cell in my body is humming— craving—for more.

“Let’s warm you up.” The man takes another warmed towel in one hand and

with the other, palms my ass and moves me closer to his body.

I can feel a contented groan reverberate in his chest as he leans down to nuzzle my neck.

No longer shy, I lean into his touch, letting my hands run down his sides to

anchor my hold on his hips. The man drops the towel and, using his free hand,

draws me in closer.

“Sir,” I laugh, pushing against his chest and away from him as he intentionally runs his fingertips lightly along my side. Tickling me.

“What?” He feigns seriousness as I squirm against him. I feel his cock thicken between us, and my own nervous excitement grows. I’m ready. Ready to give myself to this man.

“Please,” I beg between breathless laughter.

A loud knocking on the bedroom door breaks the playful spell. I jump at the

sound, and my heart leaps into my throat, making it tight and constricted, reminding me once again where I am.

The trapped feeling resurfaces, suffocating me.

Enfolding me in his strong arms, the man holds me firmly against his solid

chest. I breathe easier knowing that he doesn’t want to let me go either.

The knocking persists and a muffled raised voice follows it.

“Wait here.” I feel the man’s low growl against my cheek.

Pulling away, he picks the large towel off the floor and wraps it tightly against my body, fending off the chill that’s set in. “Don’t move.”

The man jerks the bathroom door open and closes it with a snap behind himself. I move closer and press my ear to it. Holding my breath, I listen as the bedroom door opens. A muffled masculine voice is speaking in broken English,

and the man replies sharply in what I think is Mandarin. The inaudible conversation continues for another minute, and I jump when the bedroom door slams shut.

A moment there is another loud crashing sound and I quickly back away from the door. Retreating to the corner and sitting on the closed toilet seat, arms crossed over my chest as I hold the towel more securely against my body, I barely breathe as I strain to hear any sound coming from the other room.

The man begins speaking English, and I move cautiously back toward the door in the hopes that I might be able to make out some of the conversation.

There are pauses when he speaks, but I hear no one answering him. He’s either talking to himself or on the phone.

Slowly, I turn the doorknob and open the bathroom door a crack—just

enough to peek out. From where I’m standing, the man’s lean back, rippled with muscles, is to me while he stands talking on the phone. I can’t help but appreciate the view of the low-slung towel around his waist highlighting his perfectly formed ass. His empty hand rests on his hip, elbow cocked, in a stance of confident power.

He slams the receiver of the phone back down, and I quickly shut the door

before he can turn around. There are several moments of silence before I hear his muffled footsteps approaching the bathroom. I resume my place on the toilet seat as if I’d never moved and wait for him to enter.

I wonder which version of the man will be returning to me. The scowling angry one or the playful teasing man that I’ve grown attached to.

10

FINN

“You lied to me,” I growl, storming angrily into the bathroom and

slamming the door shut.

“What?” Lily squeaks, jumping up from where she’s been

sitting on the closed toilet seat and pressing herself tightly against the closest wall—seemingly attempting to escape my anger.

I smack my palm against the wall near her head. “You lied to me.”

“N-no.” She shakes her head. “I-I haven’t lied.”

“We do not lie to each other,” I say, taking a deep breath and forcing myself to relax. I’m scaring her, something I swore to myself I’d never do. I have come so far in getting her to trust me. And now I can see her eyes are round with fear.

Any progress I made in my seduction is quickly slipping away.

“That milkshake tasted like shit. Why did you tell me you enjoyed it?” After

taking a sip, I’d thrown the fucking thing against the wall in both frustration and anger at the situation Lily and I have found ourselves in. But if I’m honest, what had really irritated me was the fact that Lily had lied to me. I may have kept things from her, but I have never lied.

“You were already pissed off,” she states, her voice quivering slightly on the verge of tears. Then my amazing princess takes a large sucking breath through her nose and continues with more confidence. “I didn’t think it was smart to make you any angrier.”

“My anger has never been directed at you.”

This is a fucked up situation. But Lily is in no way to blame. Others will be made to pay for what they’ve done; I can fucking guarantee that!

“Now, I’m going to ask you a question, and you’re going to tell me the truth.” I wait until she nods her head slightly in understanding. “Did you enjoy that milkshake?”

She relaxes at my question, which was my intention all along.

“I’m not sure what that drink was, but it wasn’t a milkshake.” Her voice is

still soft, but she has a bit of her confidence back, which makes me smile.

“It wasn’t like any milkshake I’ve ever had,” I agree. “It was fucking disgusting.”