Tell Me Carter

Chapter 5: Tell Me What You Want, Carter

This man is clearly insane. “I’ll get my own ride home!” This time I storm past him without so much as a look back in his direction. I instinctively reach for my phone to get an Uber, but I don’t have it. It’s still in the ballroom, along with my purse. Maybe I can find Savannah or Toni?? I hope they haven’t left yet. I head towards the ballroom, but it’s all but empty. A few people are hanging about, but most have already gone. I head to the table where I left my belongings before my speech, and it’s empty. Oh no! “Miss Cadwell. Is everything alright?” No. No. No. Not him again. I turn around and respond, “I’m fine, Mister Elliott.” I make sure to put extra emphasis on Mr.

“Why are you in here?” he asks. “I was looking for something—er someone.” He walks closer, and I smell his cologne. The scent is woodsy and smoky, with a hint of amber. I take another deep breath. He moves even closer until we are so close I can feel the warmth from his body. He stares me in the eyes and asks in a low voice, “Did you find what you were looking for?” Umm…hell yes! I want to say! My p***y is throbbing, and I’m so wet! I bite my lower lip, step back, and say, “No, Jacob. I didn’t!” I cannot give in to this man. He will think I’m the world’s biggest ho. He smiles, gives a slow look up and down my body—like he’s contemplating his next move—and says, “Tell me what you want, Carter.”