Chapter Three - Freaking Out

Rose

I nervously twiddle my thumbs in my lap as he makes our drinks. I am freaking out alone in a room with him. I don’t even know his name! Not only that, but I am trying to ignore the tingly feeling between my thighs. What I saw in that room turned me on. I got a picture in my head of me in Kitty’s place and Mr B doing and saying the things to me that he did to her. I am confused with it all. I haven’t ever experienced thoughts and feelings like it.

I don’t know why he wants to be alone with me. Remi would fit more with him, but he only seems interested in me, and the idea of it makes me anxious.

He comes over and stands in front of me. “Your drink, Miss Rose.” He smiles and hands my glass to me.

I smile at him before taking the glass. “Thank you, Sir.”

I could call him Mr B, but I have a strong urge to continue to call him Sir. He smirks at my choice of words. He seems to enjoy it. He sits beside me and rests one hand on my knee. I shudder under his touch, and it feels like a shock of electricity runs through me.

He turns to face me. I swallow hard as his eyes burn into me. I take a sip of my wine and lick my lips after. His hand squeezes my knee when I do. I draw in a breath to try to help calm my nerves and finally meet his gaze.

“Are you ready to be honest with me, Rose?” His voice is soft, and his fingers dance on the skin of my thigh. I don’t need to ask what he is referring to because I know. An idea comes to mind. Maybe I can bargain his name for my truth. I think that would be a fair swap. I take a large mouthful of my wine for a bit of courage.

“I will make you a deal. I will be honest with you if you tell me your name.” I make sure to sound confident and not break eye contact with him.

“Hmm, I don’t think I like that deal. I prefer when you call me Sir.”

I shrug and break eye contact with him. “Oh, well, your loss. I don’t think I want to tell you my truth then.” I cross my legs, and my dress rides up further when I do. I see his eyes follow it, and a deep, throaty primal-like growl escapes his lips.

“Miss Rose, I don’t like being disobeyed.”

“And I don’t like being locked in an office with a man whose name I don’t even know, yet here I am.” Where is this confidence coming from? I sort of love it!

He lets out a small chuckle. “Fine! You can call me Jay.”

“Is that your real name, or are you just telling me what you think I want to hear? How does Mr B come from, Jay?” I ask and face him. I cock my brow and wait for my answer.

“It isn’t my full name, but part of it. As for Mr B, that comes from my surname. Do you have a habit of asking too many questions?”

“Do you have a habit of bringing strange women to your office?”

“Would you stop answering my questions with another question?” His voice is strained with frustration.

I bite my lip hard to stop from laughing. “No!” I state firmly. I watch the look on his face change. His jaw clenches, he raises his brow at me, and he grips my thigh roughly. I suppress a moan by biting down hard on my lip. I don’t want to show him he is getting to me.

“Excuse me? Would you like to rephrase what you just said, Miss Rose?” Jay’s breathing seems to have picked up. I don’t believe he is used to the word no.

“Why would I do that? You asked me a question, and I answered it honestly.” I shrug it off and break eye contact with him. I will continue to pretend like he isn’t getting to me. I take a sip of my wine and smirk behind the glass. I am having more fun than I probably should be. I have the feeling Jay isn’t the kind of man who usually takes lightly to a woman with a little attitude. Not if the way he spoke and acted towards Kitty is anything to go by.

“Rose, look at me,” he demands through gritted teeth.

I slowly turn my head to look at him. “Yes, sir?” My words come out in more of a purr. It isn’t on purpose. It just sort of happened.

Jay’s eyes seem to fill with what looks like want. He really does love to be called Sir, doesn’t he? A slyness appears on his face. I don’t need to ask why because I know it is because I did what he told me.

“We had a deal. I told you my name. Now, it is your turn to tell me what ran through your mind when we were in that room. Did you like it? Did it turn you on? Or did it scare you?”

I can answer his question one of two ways. I can either be honest or lie to him. Maybe it is time for me to pull myself together and play him at his own game, well, try, since I am useless with all of this.

I would rather him not work out how inexperienced I am because it is embarrassing. I have had sex once in my entire life. I didn’t enjoy it. It was uncomfortable and unpleasant for me. It put me off sex. I am sure no one’s first time was great, but something about mine just didn’t make me feel good.

I down the last of my drink and scoot closer to him. Jay watches me closely, as if he’s wondering what my next move will be. I’m not even sure of it myself. I take a deep breath and rest my hand on his knee.

“What would you do if I told you I enjoyed it?” My words almost come out seductively. I am trying to disguise my nervousness. I have no idea what the hell I am doing here. I already regret my choice of words.

A smirk curls on his lips. “I will take that as a yes.”

“Perhaps, but you still didn’t answer my question.” What am I doing? I should stop before I say or do anything more.

“Why don’t you come closer and find out?”

“Any closer would have me on your lap, Jay.”

His smirk seems to grow, and he wriggles his brows at me. “You are welcome on my lap.”

As tempting as that sounds, I probably shouldn’t. I would come utterly undone if I got any closer to him.

“No, thank you! I am not that type of girl! We only just met.”

Jay turns side on and moves closer to me. One of his hands lands back on my thigh, his fingers resting on the inside of it, and the other he lifts and places on my cheek. He stares at me intently, so intensely that I need to break eye contact and bow my head. Any confidence I had has now faded.

Jay runs his rough fingertip down my face and onto my chin. He uses it to tilt my head back, forcing me to look at him. His lips seem to be inching closer to mine.

“I prefer you look at me when we talk, Miss Rose.”

God, his lips look so inviting. I want nothing more than to close the space and kiss him, but I won’t because it is not who I am. I don’t kiss strangers after only knowing them for less than an hour. I study him, wondering what his next move will be. His tongue darts from his mouth but goes back in just as quickly. But the gesture is enough to make my stomach go crazy.

He runs his thumb over my lips. “Mmm, such pretty, kissable lips,” he rasps. His words and action causes a bolt to run straight to between my thighs.

I can only whimper in response. Does he want to kiss me or is he teasing? The urge to take his finger in my mouth comes over me, but I won’t because that would be embarrassing and desperate. He traces it along my lower then my upper lip. A pathetic squeak-like sound comes from my lips! What am I, a damn mouse? If he continues, I swear there will be dampness on the sofa from my arousal. His eyes don’t leave mine, which makes me even more nervous.

Jay moves his fingers from my lips down to my chin and onto my throat. I swallow hard.

“Mmm, you have a good swallow.” He smirks.

Yes, I am inexperienced, but I know he means those words in the dirtiest way possible. I close my eyes and try to steady my breathing.

I don’t know how much more I can take of this before I do something stupid and pounce on him like some wild animal in heat.