As Daniel wrapped a sloppy knot around my waist, I flushed bright crimson. I was completely perplexed! What on earth was his problem?
"Let's go see a movie," Daniel said. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and drew me in close. "In here," he said, pointing towards the bedroom.
The sight of the bed made my heart race once more. What the hell was going on? I couldn't believe this. Did he want me or not? Was he trying to prolong this for the sake of making me uncomfortable? Why couldn't he just f****d me in the rear seat of a Town Car?
"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice trembling. "Why can't you just, I don't know, f**k me and be done with it?"
Daniel looked at me with an unusual expression on his face. "That's not how I work, Becky," he said. "I can tell you're nervous... "
