walks to the desk in the room. He picks up his phone and starts to text someone. What just happened?
“What are you doing?” I long for more. Do more, Silver.
“I’m letting Connor know you won’t be returning home tonight. That you are staying with me.” He pushes send and places the phone back on the desk. He glances up at me as he takes a seat in the desk chair. “Come here, Mr. Black.” I stroll over to him and straddle around his waist. I immediately start to kiss him. I grip his hair tightly as I investigate the taste of his mouth with my tongue. He pants and digs his fingers into my back. I lift my head and look into his eyes. He has the most striking blue eyes I’ve ever seen; a welcome contrast to his short dark-brown hair. “Do you want me, Mr. Black?” Why do you think I’m here?
“Yes,” I whisper as I trace the line of his jaw until my mouth is once again on his.
“I don’t think you understand the question.” He smirks. What’s not to understand? Yes, I want you badly, now fuck me. “I’m a complicated man, Mr. Black, and I’m very selfish. So when you agree to want me . I expect it only to be me.” Whoa, this just changed directions.
“Are you talking about sex?” I ask as I climb off of him.
“I have specific tastes and I don’t date often. It took a while to find you and I want you. All of you.”
“I don’t understand. You planned this?”
“Planned what?” The club, the coffeehouse, this dinner…. Everything?
“Meeting me?”
“Yes.” He is honest. “I saw you at the coffeehouse a few months ago and I had to know more about you.” Months ago?
“So you couldn’t just come in and introduce yourself like a normal person?” My sarcastic words bring out a frown on his face.
“I told you, I have very specific taste. I look beyond appearance. I could already see how good your appearance was.” He cradles my back and runs his hands down my sides. “I wanted to know more. Who is Greyson Black?” This is starting to sound a little creepy. I feel a sense of fear come over me.
“I think I should leave.” I move quickly away from him. “Can you please ask Connor to take me home? I don’t feel comfortable right now.”
“Of course.” He picks his phone up and texts. “I’d never hurt you, Greyson.” He called me by my first name. “Quite the opposite; I want to help you. I’m not a stalker.” Could have fooled me. “Please, just talk to me.” He’s very sincere and very nervous all of a sudden knowing I was anxious.
“I’m going to be honest, Silver. It creeps me out. We don’t know each other and I thought it was just going to be sex, but now you’re talking all this stuff about seeing me months ago. I had a bad experience with a relationship and I don’t want that again.” My deepest fear is a repeat of my past. He moves closer and I back up.
“Oh God, you really are scared. I am so sorry.” He moves far away from me. “Uh, Connor is waiting for you. I’m sorry.” I nod and freeze. “Greyson, please know that I have your best interests at heart.” Why do I believe you? I’m so confused.
“I like you, Silver. You’re a good man, from what I know, but we’ve only just met. Maybe I overreacted. I owe you an explanation.” I walk cautiously to his side. He hasn’t made eye contact with me since I moved away from him.
“You don’t owe me anything, Mr. Black.” We’re back to Mr. Black now? “I’m sorry I tried to be seductive and explain why I want you and I never imagined it would sound creepy. It was creepy and completely inappropriate. I’m sorry. It’s who I am. It’s what I do.” I stand tall in front of him. His eyes are peering at my feet. I grab both his hands and he looks up.
“My, uh…a guy stalked and followed me my first year in college. It was a bad situation. It didn’t end well. I don’t want to go into detail because frankly it’s taken me a long time to not let it run or ruin my life. I don’t
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