
I toe out of my shoes and unbuckle my belt, and her eyebrows shoot up to the ceiling. I shouldn't be doing this, but I can't stop now. Her eyes can't help following my every move, and it makes me even more nervous. My hand starts to shake when I undo the top button of my pants, and she lets out an almost inaudible gasp, but I keep going, slowly lowering the zipper. She unconsciously licks her lips, and I feel myself strain against the front of my boxers. She's breathing even heavier now, and the sexy noises she's making spur me on.
I yank my fly down all the way. Just feeling her eyes on me is enough to get me going. I shove my fingers beneath the band of my boxers, giving them a sharp tug until they're riding precariously low on my hips. She gives me a pointed look, telling me with her eyes to stop it right there. But I don't. Instead, I raise my arms and slowly start to remove my shirt, giving her enough time to get a full view of my rock-hard abs, stretching all the way in order to flex my muscles for her.
But by the time I get my shirt over my head, all I'm left with is a lingering trace of her perfume.
She's gone, having vanished to the other side of the suite.
I smirk. That's okay. I got the reaction I’d wanted.
I would have seen her as the enemy if she had stayed and tried to humiliate me by probing me with her stare, acting like I didn't do anything for her, showing her dominance over me.
Because I'm powerless, and she knows it.
Coming July 10, 2015