From the Inside Flap
"Are you busy this evening?" he asks.
I concentrate on putting my phone back in my purse. "Nothing planned."
He doesn't say anything, so I continue to put my pens in the drawer and straighten the folders on my desk. Finally, when there's nothing left for me to do, I look up.
My breath catches in my throat. He's watching me, his eyes filled with amusement, as if he's perfectly aware that my nonchalance is feigned.
"Come on," he says, and gestures with his head toward the door.
I stare at him, then pick up my coat and purse, and follow him along the corridor. What does he have in mind? Is he going to expect me to ask him back to my place?
He stops at the elevator and punches the button, and we wait in silence for it to arrive. When it does, we go in, and he hits the button for the basement.
He leans against the wall of the elevator, watching me. My heart rate has doubled, and my mouth has gone dry. He's wearing a dark gray suit today, with a white shirt that makes me want to slide my hands over it to see if it's as crisp as it looks. His eyes are at half-mast, sultry, and I know he's thinking about doing something naughty to me.
I'm going to have to say something. This not speaking is killing me. It reminds me of how we didn't talk last night, how we had no need for words. Oh God, last night, with all the kissing and the touching... I'm hardly breathing--I'm going to faint. I open my mouth, but the elevator dings, and Sebastian is walking out, so all I can do is follow him.
We walk across to a large dark-blue Chrysler 300 that looks brand new--jeez, that must have cost a fortune. He flicks a button on his keyring, and the lights flash. He goes around to the driver's side, and gestures for me to get into the passenger's. I hesitate, then open the door and slide in.
Instantly, I'm surrounded by him, by his smell, his aura of masculinity and confidence. The seats are leather, the dash all black and shiny. He clips in his seat belt and goes to start the car, but I put a hand on his arm.
"Where are we going?" I whisper.
He looks across at me. Then he presses the button to start the car. "Back to my place. I'm going to f*ck you senseless. I've thought of nothing else all day. Put your seatbelt on." He stares at me, daring me to refuse.
I want to tell him to go to hell. That I'm not here at his beck and call whenever he feels like a quick f*ck, and that I respect myself more than that.
But he's taking me to his place, and Elen told me he doesn't ask girls back to that 'hallowed ground'. I'm different. This is different. He wants to have sex with me again, and I want him so much that I couldn't say no even if you paid me a million dollars.
With shaking hands, I slot the clip in and sit back. He smirks, puts the car into drive, and pulls away.
