11 -Effects on me- (2/2)

”No, unless you want me to go,” I murmur. Oh no… I don't want to leave.

”Of course not. I like having you here.” He frowns as he says this and then glances at his watch. ”It's late.” And he turns to look at me. ”You're biting your nails.” His voice is husky, and he's eyeing me speculatively.

”Sorry.”

”Don't apologize. It's just that I love when you bit your nails , but it's kinda childish though .”

I gasp… how can he say things like that to me and not expect me to be affected.

”Come,” he murmurs.”

”What?”

”We're going to rectify the situation right now.”

”What do you mean? What situation?”

”Your situation. Sarah, I'm going to make love to you, now.”

”Oh.” The floor has fallen away. I'm a situation. I'm holding my breath.

”That's if you want to, I mean, I don't want to push my luck.”

”I thought you didn't make love. I thought you fucked hard.” I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry.

He gives me a wicked grin, the effects of which travel all the way down there.

”I can make an exception, or maybe combine the two, we'll see. I really want to make love to you. Please, come to bed with me. I want our arrangement to work, but you really need to have some idea what you're getting yourself into. We can start your training tonight – with the basics. This doesn't mean I've come over all hearts and flowers, it's a means to an end, but one that I want, and hopefully you do too.” His neon gaze is intense.

But suddenly the moment  was ruined  when my phone started to ring.

I looked  at him and down to my phone dialer to see ”Izzy Inn