I want to be near him, pressed against his body, but I can’t. Not yet. I have to behave with some kind of decorum. So, instead of draping myself across him, I press my lips to the glass he’s handed me and sip at the amber liquid. At this rate, I’m going to be an alcoholic and a sex addict by the time he’s done with me. I’ll need a stint in rehab to recover from this man.
