(Anna)
His voice had dropped several notches and so had the temperature in the room. A shiver of excitement went spiralling through me seeing his twisted smile and a range of emotions on his ruggedly handsome face, revealing the hint of feelings he kept hidden most of the time.
The tip of his pink tongue poked out between his meaty lips and casually wetted his lower one. Enticing me. I remembered how they had savaged my mouth yesterday and wished to taste them again.
I gulped hard trying to escape this embarrassing situation but there was nowhere to run.
“Yes!” I said, rather awkwardly.
His smile turned into a deliberate scoff and a small delirious laugh escaped his throat as he answered.
“I don't believe you, Miss Anna.”
Slowly he bent down and picked up the fallen
