He raises an eyebrow. “People already think I’m arrogant enough. I don’t think that modeling my own clothes would help that any.”
I can’t say anything because I’m too busy memorizing him. He’s perfect and I’m so glad he crossed this line—missing this view would be a goddamn tragedy. He approaches me again, that playful smile reappearing. “Now do you like what you see?”
Reaching out to touch him, I watch the muscles in his stomach jump and the way his jaw clenches. I smirk. “It’ll do. I think I can work with this.”
“Oh really,” he says, grabbing my wrist and pulling me to my feet. “Well if you’re going to work with this, I don’t think the couch is the place to do it.”
He sweeps me off my feet, and laughter bubbles out of my chest as he carries me toward the bedroom.
I come awake slowly, to brightness. The walls in Andrew’s bedroom are entirely glass, electric privacy shades half drawn to allow the morning sun in. I stretch slowly, languorously, feeling the tension in my body after last night. Even the thought of that makes me smile. I’m not sure what time it is, but I’m definitely not running on much sleep. There was too much to do, too much pent up sexual tension that we worked out. Over and over. And then once more for good measure.
Rolling over in the bed, I find nothing but a mess of tangled sheets. I sit up slowly, my body still feeling heavy. I didn’t sleep much but I slept deeply. Probably the best sleep I’ve had since I started working for Andrew.
Footsteps echo in the hallway and I blink as Andrew walks in—still naked—with two steaming mugs. “Coffee?” He hands me one of the cups. I take a sip without looking and freeze. This coffee is perfect, with the exact amount of cream and sugar that I like. I glance up at him, and he smiles. “You thought I didn’t notice how you take your coffee?”
I swallow. “It’s not exactly something everyone notes.”
He puts his mug down and sits on the bed next to me. “I’ve noticed everything about you,” he says softly. “I notice the way you twist your fingers together when you’re nervous, and the fact that you like to doodle hearts and cubes on papers when you’re bored and distracted. It’s every little thing that made me realize that I couldn’t just be professional. I had to be with you.”
There’s a fuzzy feeling in my chest as he leans in to kiss me, and I don’t miss the way he makes sure to set my coffee aside before laying me back on the bed. The man can kiss. My body lights up with the way his lips press into mine. Our tongues are dancing and it reminds me of how talented he is with his tongue in other places, and suddenly I’m wet and ready again, even after last night.
“I thought we might test your shyness this morning,” he says against my lips.
“See,” I say, laughing. “You just said something so amazing and now you want to embarrass me.”
Andrew’s eyes go dark and serious. “I don’t want to embarrass you. I never want to embarrass you. But every new thing you try opens your possibilities. I don’t just think it’s me. Deep down, I think you like being watched. I think you like the idea of being caught doing something you would never normally do.”
I feel a rush of wetness in my pussy and I realize that he’s right. I do want that. My cheeks go pink and I fight the feeling of embarrassment. “Maybe it means I’m a deviant. I’m not sure that’s a good thing.”
“Why not?” Andrew’s lips brush my neck. “Maybe it means you want people to see who really are. Maybe once you accept that you love it, you’ll realize how incredibly powerful you are. You don’t just love to be watched, but because of that, you have the ability to make people watch you.” His mouth is trailing down towards my breasts, and I’m having a hard time forming coherent thoughts. “I know the moment you walked into that room I couldn’t look away.”
I groan as his mouth closes over my nipple. Maybe he’s right, maybe I’ve always known and have fought it. Maybe I’ve always been embarrassed by the idea. Maybe I should own it. His teeth graze my skin making me gasp, and I arch into him. “What kind of test did you have in mind?”