snooping through her brain. Typically it didn’t bother him to find out what he wanted to know regardless, but with her it was different.
“It’s fine. My sister just worries about me. I’ve… Well, I’ve never just disappeared with a strange guy before. That combined with the craziness that’s been going on the last few days have made her worry more than usual. When she didn’t hear from me earlier, I guess she just started to freak.”
“That’s understandable. But I promise you’ll come to no harm while you are here. I am glad to hear you don’t typically go home with just any man, though.” He was more relieved than he should be, but pushed those thoughts to the side.
“Thanks.” She looked around the room. “What do we do now?”
Seth laughed, his head falling backward for a second as the amusement bubbled out of him. She seemed so innocent at times.
“We can do whatever you want to do, sweetheart.” He gave her a molten look. He knew what activities he would enjoy, but would put no pressure on her.
“I wouldn’t mind watching a movie or something but I haven’t seen a TV anywhere…” Her voice trailed off as she looked around the room.
“I don’t watch much television.” It was the truth. He was about to show her where the large television that Jason had also talked him into installing was hidden, but she spoke.
“Oh. Well then, what would you suggest we do?” She blushed as she glanced at him and saw how he was looking at her. He knew he had to be devouring her with his gaze. “Why don’t we talk,” she suggested.
“Talk?”
“Yeah, talk. I’m going to be honest with you. More honest than I’ve been with most guys I’ve ever been with, especially after just meeting them.” Her face turned a delicate shade of pink. “I want you. I really, really want to feel you inside me again. But I’m not used to being just a…a sex toy. This is all new to me and I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“As I said before, you are welcome to stay as long as you like.” His voice was low and husky. Despite his intentions, it was hard to try to control the lust filling him. “But if you wish to talk, then we shall talk.”
“What’s your favorite color?” She burst into a fit of giggles when the question was out. “I’m sorry, this just feels really weird. Usually the silly questions come before the wild, uninhibited sex.”
He lifted her hand and kissed the back, his tongue lingering on her skin. “My favorite color is burgundy.”
“I think you are the first person I’ve ever met who picked that color.”
Seth shrugged. “What kind of crazy stuff has been going on that would make your sister worry?”
Willow nibbled her lip gently. He easily read her reluctance to “spill her guts” as she had phrased it on her face. He was learning her mannerisms and since he was fairly certain she wasn’t about to throw her head back and scream with pleasure, the nibbling on her lip must mean she was nervous.
“Just this jerk I work—used to work with,” she corrected herself.
“What happened?” He shifted on the couch, hoping his expression portrayed his genuine interest.
“Basically, he told me if I didn’t sleep with him he would spread rumors around the office that we humped like bunnies. I didn’t believe him. And the company didn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes. “They said I was trying to screw my way to the top and they would not have me tarnishing their good name.”
“Why would they believe him instead of you?”
“He was my boss,” she confessed quietly. “A complete jerk who took credit for my ideas and my work. I didn’t really mind that part. But I hated the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to gobble me up or something.” Willow shook her head. “It made me feel like I had bugs crawling all over my flesh.” Willow shuddered.
Turning his head,
“It’s fine. My sister just worries about me. I’ve… Well, I’ve never just disappeared with a strange guy before. That combined with the craziness that’s been going on the last few days have made her worry more than usual. When she didn’t hear from me earlier, I guess she just started to freak.”
“That’s understandable. But I promise you’ll come to no harm while you are here. I am glad to hear you don’t typically go home with just any man, though.” He was more relieved than he should be, but pushed those thoughts to the side.
“Thanks.” She looked around the room. “What do we do now?”
Seth laughed, his head falling backward for a second as the amusement bubbled out of him. She seemed so innocent at times.
“We can do whatever you want to do, sweetheart.” He gave her a molten look. He knew what activities he would enjoy, but would put no pressure on her.
“I wouldn’t mind watching a movie or something but I haven’t seen a TV anywhere…” Her voice trailed off as she looked around the room.
“I don’t watch much television.” It was the truth. He was about to show her where the large television that Jason had also talked him into installing was hidden, but she spoke.
“Oh. Well then, what would you suggest we do?” She blushed as she glanced at him and saw how he was looking at her. He knew he had to be devouring her with his gaze. “Why don’t we talk,” she suggested.
“Talk?”
“Yeah, talk. I’m going to be honest with you. More honest than I’ve been with most guys I’ve ever been with, especially after just meeting them.” Her face turned a delicate shade of pink. “I want you. I really, really want to feel you inside me again. But I’m not used to being just a…a sex toy. This is all new to me and I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”
“As I said before, you are welcome to stay as long as you like.” His voice was low and husky. Despite his intentions, it was hard to try to control the lust filling him. “But if you wish to talk, then we shall talk.”
“What’s your favorite color?” She burst into a fit of giggles when the question was out. “I’m sorry, this just feels really weird. Usually the silly questions come before the wild, uninhibited sex.”
He lifted her hand and kissed the back, his tongue lingering on her skin. “My favorite color is burgundy.”
“I think you are the first person I’ve ever met who picked that color.”
Seth shrugged. “What kind of crazy stuff has been going on that would make your sister worry?”
Willow nibbled her lip gently. He easily read her reluctance to “spill her guts” as she had phrased it on her face. He was learning her mannerisms and since he was fairly certain she wasn’t about to throw her head back and scream with pleasure, the nibbling on her lip must mean she was nervous.
“Just this jerk I work—used to work with,” she corrected herself.
“What happened?” He shifted on the couch, hoping his expression portrayed his genuine interest.
“Basically, he told me if I didn’t sleep with him he would spread rumors around the office that we humped like bunnies. I didn’t believe him. And the company didn’t believe me.” She rolled her eyes. “They said I was trying to screw my way to the top and they would not have me tarnishing their good name.”
“Why would they believe him instead of you?”
“He was my boss,” she confessed quietly. “A complete jerk who took credit for my ideas and my work. I didn’t really mind that part. But I hated the way he looked at me. Like he wanted to gobble me up or something.” Willow shook her head. “It made me feel like I had bugs crawling all over my flesh.” Willow shuddered.
Turning his head,
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