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at me with a tilted head and a questioning smile. I swallowed hard and shook the thought of jumping him right now out of my head.
Seducing him likely wouldn’t be a problem, but I wanted to wait until the right moment. In the meantime—
“Toast sounds great.”
Jonathan beamed at me and I felt myself automatically smiling back. That in itself was alarming, but I shoved the nagging doubts to the side. My plan was going to work.
It had to.
Chapter Seventeen
Jonathan
I had no idea what happened between waking up and breakfast, but something had definitely changed in Fiona during that time.
For the rest of the day, things between us were oddly normal. We weren’t nearly as friendly as we had been in the past, but I could sense her trying to get us back to that point. Her smiles came easier and she even cracked a few jokes, mostly ones at my expense. Not that I really minded.
The only problem was—it seemed like she was trying to get us back to way back when.
Back before she had feelings for me.
Back before I had them for her.
She was pointedly ignoring the elephant in the room while I was searching for the right moment to address it. It was making things… well, awkward would be a bit of an understatement. Despite it, the day wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was nice to hear her laugh again, even if it was slightly stilted.
“You want to watch another movie?” I asked as the credits began to roll.
I stood up and moved to the entertainment center to switch the DVD to whatever she wanted to see, shaking my head to myself when I realized I couldn’t even recall what we had just watched. I had been too caught up with watching her .
She shook her head and leaned back into the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table and giving me an excellent view of her bare legs. I tried hard not to look between them as her knees drifted slightly apart, but even with my good intentions, my eyes still caught a flash of red up her skirt and my dick twitched in my jeans at the sight.
It almost felt like she was teasing me on purpose, but something in my gut told me it was more than that. That she was playing at something. I just couldn’t for the life of me fathom what it could possibly be.
It was making me fucking crazy.
“What I want is to take a shower, but…” She trailed off, lifting her wrist and letting the rest go unsaid.
Of course, my mind immediately pictured what it’d be like to lean against the sink and watch as she showered, much like I had watched her both this morning and last night when she changed her shirt. Just imaging her soapy hands gliding over her body was enough to get my dick on board with the idea, but I wasn’t willing to risk another slap in the face by telling her that.
“You smell pretty good to me,” I said casually as I remembered how good her hair had smelled this morning.
She giggled—legitimately fucking giggled —and that was a sound I couldn’t ever recall hearing from her. It was that womanly giggle that was typically reserved for teasing in the bedroom, and damn it if that sound wasn’t enough to get my motor running.
Even as the logical part of my brain warned me that there was definitely a game being played here that I wasn’t catching on to.
“It’s getting late,” she noted, tilting her head to the front window and the darkness outside. “Bedtime?”
“If you’re tired,” I agreed with a shrug, mentally going back through our day and frantically searching for any other red flags in her behavior.
She stood up and giggled again , alarm bells ringing loudly in my head as she slowly began backing towards the bedroom while gripping the chain between us and acting as if she was dragging me there.
As if she had to drag me anywhere. I’d follow her willingly. But I played along and dutifully unlocked her shackle when she presented it to me after we got to her bedroom.
The last thing I expected was for her to pull her top off while she was still within
Seducing him likely wouldn’t be a problem, but I wanted to wait until the right moment. In the meantime—
“Toast sounds great.”
Jonathan beamed at me and I felt myself automatically smiling back. That in itself was alarming, but I shoved the nagging doubts to the side. My plan was going to work.
It had to.
Chapter Seventeen
Jonathan
I had no idea what happened between waking up and breakfast, but something had definitely changed in Fiona during that time.
For the rest of the day, things between us were oddly normal. We weren’t nearly as friendly as we had been in the past, but I could sense her trying to get us back to that point. Her smiles came easier and she even cracked a few jokes, mostly ones at my expense. Not that I really minded.
The only problem was—it seemed like she was trying to get us back to way back when.
Back before she had feelings for me.
Back before I had them for her.
She was pointedly ignoring the elephant in the room while I was searching for the right moment to address it. It was making things… well, awkward would be a bit of an understatement. Despite it, the day wasn’t entirely unpleasant. It was nice to hear her laugh again, even if it was slightly stilted.
“You want to watch another movie?” I asked as the credits began to roll.
I stood up and moved to the entertainment center to switch the DVD to whatever she wanted to see, shaking my head to myself when I realized I couldn’t even recall what we had just watched. I had been too caught up with watching her .
She shook her head and leaned back into the couch, propping her feet up on the coffee table and giving me an excellent view of her bare legs. I tried hard not to look between them as her knees drifted slightly apart, but even with my good intentions, my eyes still caught a flash of red up her skirt and my dick twitched in my jeans at the sight.
It almost felt like she was teasing me on purpose, but something in my gut told me it was more than that. That she was playing at something. I just couldn’t for the life of me fathom what it could possibly be.
It was making me fucking crazy.
“What I want is to take a shower, but…” She trailed off, lifting her wrist and letting the rest go unsaid.
Of course, my mind immediately pictured what it’d be like to lean against the sink and watch as she showered, much like I had watched her both this morning and last night when she changed her shirt. Just imaging her soapy hands gliding over her body was enough to get my dick on board with the idea, but I wasn’t willing to risk another slap in the face by telling her that.
“You smell pretty good to me,” I said casually as I remembered how good her hair had smelled this morning.
She giggled—legitimately fucking giggled —and that was a sound I couldn’t ever recall hearing from her. It was that womanly giggle that was typically reserved for teasing in the bedroom, and damn it if that sound wasn’t enough to get my motor running.
Even as the logical part of my brain warned me that there was definitely a game being played here that I wasn’t catching on to.
“It’s getting late,” she noted, tilting her head to the front window and the darkness outside. “Bedtime?”
“If you’re tired,” I agreed with a shrug, mentally going back through our day and frantically searching for any other red flags in her behavior.
She stood up and giggled again , alarm bells ringing loudly in my head as she slowly began backing towards the bedroom while gripping the chain between us and acting as if she was dragging me there.
As if she had to drag me anywhere. I’d follow her willingly. But I played along and dutifully unlocked her shackle when she presented it to me after we got to her bedroom.
The last thing I expected was for her to pull her top off while she was still within
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