boarding school. “Let’s go upstairs.” I closed the door behind him, not knowing if I was being too forward by taking him up to my bedroom. “Okay.” He looked around the house almost eagerly and I saw him soaking everything in. A part of me was worried that he was taking inventory of all of my parents’ belongings. Maybe he was planning on coming back to steal everything. I ignored the brief hesitation and grabbed his arm. “Ready?” “Your house is just as I imagined it would be inside.” His tone was even and almost wondering. “It’s grand, but it’s warm as well.” He stared at the antique grandfather clock next to the dining room entryway and walked over to it. “This is nice.” “It’s heavy.” I uttered the words without thinking and blushed. He turned towards me with a sardonic smiled and rolled his eyes. “Thanks for letting me know. I guess I won’t steal it when I come back.” “I didn’t mean that.” I walked to him. “I’m surprised you came back tonight, after what you said earlier.” “I came to talk to your father.” “Why?” I didn’t really understand why he cared to talk to my father. Was he planning on telling him that I was on my way to becoming criminal and had slept with him in a field? It didn’t make sense. “Doesn’t matter.” He looked at me coldly. “Let’s go upstairs.” “Are you mad at me?” I heard the pleading in my voice and hated myself. I wasn’t this person. “Because if you are, you can just leave.” Take that , I thought smugly. The ball was in his court now. I wasn’t going to make him think he was doing me any favors. “No.” He walked towards me and grabbed hold of my waist and pulled me towards him. “I want to stay.” “Okay,” I mumbled as I looked up into his dark gaze. His hands moved down to my butt and he pulled me into him roughly. I could feel his erection against me and I swallowed hard. “I just don’t get you.” “What’s there to get?” “If you like me or not.” I stared into his green eyes and saw the wanton desire and lust as he looked over my body. “Or if this is all about sex.” “Do you care?” His hand slid up my back. “I don’t know,” I lied. Of course I care, you stupid idiot . I wanted to pound my arms against his chest. “Exactly, so let’s go upstairs then.” His eyes issued me a challenge and I knew what he was saying. A spark of desire ignited in me and I reached up and brought his mouth down to mine to kiss him. He kissed me back hard and then pulled away from me, with eyes blazing. “I didn’t say you could kiss me.” He shook his head, and a small smirk twisted his lips. “You’ll pay for that.” “Oh?” I licked my lips. “And for that,” he growled at me. “What are we waiting for?” I grabbed his hand and ran up the stairs excitedly. I paused at my bedroom door and turned to him hesitantly. “This is my room.” He peeked his head inside and nodded. “It’s nice, but the bed’s a bit small.” “It’s a full.” I looked at him and resisted the urge to bring him closer to me. “We’ll fit.” “What size bed do your parents have?” “King? Why?” “Let’s go in there.” He stepped back and I realized that he was serious. “Are you joking? There is no way we can have sex in my parents’ bed.” I looked at him like he was crazy. “Let’s just go in my room.” I pulled on his arm, and he stood still. “Why not? You said they aren’t here, right?” His eyes darkened as he looked at me. “If you’re going to be a bad girl, then you may as well be as bad as possible.” “No, they’re not here, but I just think that’s kinda weird.” I frowned at him. “And I never said I was a bad girl.” “I want to fuck a bad girl.” He pushed me up against the wall roughly. “You have the house to yourself; wouldn’t Daddy be mad if he knew you had a guy here?” His hands ran up my stomach until he was caressing my