“What are you doing?” I ask when he stops behind me and his eyes glue to my ass. It’s obvious he’s checking me out, but I want to hear what’s on his mind.
“Watching.”
“Me?”
“Yes. I’m watching and wondering what your fantasy is.”
“What about yours? What’s your fantasy?” I turn to face him.
“Right now… it’s you,” he says and desire pools low between my thighs.
“Me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
“It’s you and I’m wondering what you’d look like with the robe gone.”
I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone more forward than him, and I’ve certainly never met a man who looked at me the way he is. Like he wants to possess me.
Possess…
Own.
I don’t know if that makes sense. It’s the feeling I get though from his pensive stare, along with the feeling that he’s being gentle with me. Feeding me spoonfuls of what he’s truly like. It’s the tone in his voice. It’s like he’s holding back.
Since I never really intended on keeping the robe on, I back it off and the coolness of the room graces my shoulders.
He stops just in front of me and takes me in. Like every man I’ve ever met, his eyes go straight to my breasts. You tend to get a lot of attention with double D’s. Double D’s in a baby doll negligee that makes my cleavage even deeper is practically the same thing as having a sign on me saying ‘Please Look’.
When he looks though, I don’t mind it.
He smiles and his perfect white teeth sparkle against the light. “Well… now I’m wondering what you look like without the mask.”
I remember reading this part on the website. You take off the mask when you want to reveal yourself, most often to the person you choose to be with for the night.
Since it’s definitely not the first time he’s been here, I’m sure he knows that.
“Do I get to see you Giselle?”
“What would it mean?”
“What would you want it to mean?” he throws back.
At first I smile, then I try to bite it back. “I don’t know.” That answer is me entirely. My fail safe and maybe the coward's way out. “What if I wanted to see you without your mask?”
“I have no problem with that, Giselle,” he answers. “What if I wanted to give you my coin, would you take it?” He walks around me again and my heart stops. I swear it does.
This is it, the moment of choice and I guess the moment I’ve been gearing up for since I stepped through the doors of The Dark Odyssey.
Sex, and sex with someone who isn’t Kirk.
It’s laughable that I would even think about it like that because it wasn’t even like Kirk was really mine towards the end of our relationship. It all started when he got drafted to play pro ball for the Warriors; Chicago’s home football team. He changed. That was a year before we ended so I don’t know why I’m even thinking about him now as Josh circles me waiting for an answer. People might think the sun shines from Kirk’s ass because as the quarterback he led his team to victory at nationals, but he’s got nothing on this guy.
Josh stops in front of me, waiting for my answer.
“I’d take it,” I say and something dark and sinful lights up his eyes.
Chapter Three
Giselle