I giggle and applaud politely. He bows gracefully grinning. How can I resist him when he's like this He places my dress on the lone chair beside his chest of drawers.
"And for your next trick?" I prompt, teasing.
"Oh my dear, Miss Steele. Get into my bed," he growls. "And I'll show you."
"Do you think that for once I should play hard to get?" I ask coquettishly.
His eyes widen with surprise, and I see a glimmer of excitement.
"Well... the door's closed. Not sure how you're going to avoid me," he says sardonically. "I think it's a done deal."
"But I'm a good negotiator."
"So am I." He stares down at me, but as he does, his expression changes, confusion washes over him, and the atmosphere in the room shifts abruptly, tensing. "Don't you want to fuck?" he asks.
"No," I breathe.
"Oh." He frowns.
Okay, here goes... deep breath.
"I want you to make love to me.