"Relax. No one heard a thing. These walls are practically bombproof." His grin turns wicked. "Though your enthusiasm was duly noted."
I return a sheepish smile. Easy for him to say "relax."
"I can see you freaking out behind those beautiful blue eyes. We're doing nothing wrong here."
"Sorry. Overthinking's my second nature. You're the boss, in case you've forgotten."
"Do you trust me?"
His question gives me pause. Do I trust him? After all the stories I've heard? I'm not convinced he won't smash my heart to smithereens-therein lies the problem. For him, this is likely a seven-day fling.
To me, I know he's got inside my head now. And he can't find that out.
"Sure," I lie.
"Good. Will you spend the night with me, in my bed? I have unfinished promises to deliver on."
My eyes almost p
