My breath hitches and I stand there gawking at him. He smirks and turns back to wash the soap from his hair. “Taylor, now,” he says, not demanding but definitely with authority. I shake with anxiety, “L..Logan,” I start and he whips his head around raising his eyebrow at me. I get lost in his eyes, not even realizing he is moving towards me. I blink and jump back startle from his close proximity.
“Did you think you had a choice here?” He says c*****g his head, his manhood on full display for me. I don’t know how to respond so I just keep my mouth shut as he slowly closes the door behind me. When I hear it shut I jump and he backs me into the door.
“Taylor, come let me make you feel good,” his eyes are dark and I feel him pushing against me.
Why the hell did you come in here? I curse
