outward curve on top in different sizes and directions. I sat at the railroad shaped white and black and gold lined ottoman.
“Rebecca. ” I glanced up, feeling flutters in my stomach. Mateja looked incredible in his button down auburn shirt, and low-rise fitted boot leg designer jeans . When we entered the elevator he asked how I was doing .
My hands began to get clammy with nervous excitement. He seemed so approachable, but not relaxed. “I am…alright.”
“Honesty. I find it very sexy.” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling from ear to ear.
“How about you Mateja?” I stared at the tips of my French manicure.
His smile was wide and w arm: approval .
“Better. I like the way you say my name—in and out of the bedroom, Rebecca.” And then there was the way he said my name, somewhere between gentle and authoritative, very much pleasing me. I flushed as I quickly remembered our intimate encounters and none of them were in a bedroom.
We got off on the eighth floor. With a firm hand on the small of my back, he led me into his apartment. It was eerily quiet and cool inside.
CHAPTER 10
The kitchen was located on the left side of the main floor; it was modest, with wooden chairs, a sleek granite island, and gray tile flooring. On the left side of his apartment, there were spiral stairs.
The living room was spacious and decorated with dark colors to emphasize its rectangular shape. The painting was off white throughout the main floor. There were two dark brown leather sofas in the middle, with small oak wood coffee tables beside each couch. Egg shaped light bulbs were in the middle of the living room. This rest of his apartment looked warm too. For minutes, he watched me walk around his apartment.
“Too cold in here?”
“Yes.”
He turned off the air conditioner, returned to me, and took off my peacot and my scarf.
“I thought we were going to meet at your hotel.”
“Isn’t a man allowed to change his mind?” I bobbed my head at him and he laughed . “ I want to create new memories . Let’s start the night off right.”
“ Right.”
“Stand in the middle of the room.” I complied. My back faced him. “Pencil skirts fit your hips and pear ass perfectly. And you wore your hair down, just the way I like it.” I closed my eyes, getting lost in his low husky sound. “Open your eyes.”
Looking straight ahead, his eyes met mine through our reflection in the glass window. He was close enough to hear, but his body was too far away for my liking.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome ,” he said. “ Was the ride over here okay?”
“Yes .” His eyes lingered over my body , seeming to know that my concentration was on the brink of mushiness.
“There’s an envelope on the desk.” I followed his eyes. He caught me off guard and I had a chance to compose myself. I went to the desk and opened it up: three sheets of paper with blood test results, all taken three days ago. “The lab got my results in fast.”
“Yeah, you don’t say! I’ve had to wait months to get my results back from my family health care practitioner.”
He made a motion with his head. “My doctor sent my blood to a private lab; they always expedite things for me. It’s a perk I am fortunate to have.”
“You don’t have any sexually transmitted infections.” I looked through the other two sheets of paper. He had a battery of test done , with summary of results from the two Technicians on the last page.
“Y ou needed to know about my sexual health,” he explained.
“I did think about it,” I admitted.
“You’ve been thinking about it,” he corrected me. “I am trying to meet your needs, remember? Now we can both fully enjoy ourselves.”
“You don’t have my results,” I pointed out.
“No. I’ d have you take all the test if I wanted you to. I know that I can trust you about
“Rebecca. ” I glanced up, feeling flutters in my stomach. Mateja looked incredible in his button down auburn shirt, and low-rise fitted boot leg designer jeans . When we entered the elevator he asked how I was doing .
My hands began to get clammy with nervous excitement. He seemed so approachable, but not relaxed. “I am…alright.”
“Honesty. I find it very sexy.” I couldn’t stop myself from smiling from ear to ear.
“How about you Mateja?” I stared at the tips of my French manicure.
His smile was wide and w arm: approval .
“Better. I like the way you say my name—in and out of the bedroom, Rebecca.” And then there was the way he said my name, somewhere between gentle and authoritative, very much pleasing me. I flushed as I quickly remembered our intimate encounters and none of them were in a bedroom.
We got off on the eighth floor. With a firm hand on the small of my back, he led me into his apartment. It was eerily quiet and cool inside.
CHAPTER 10
The kitchen was located on the left side of the main floor; it was modest, with wooden chairs, a sleek granite island, and gray tile flooring. On the left side of his apartment, there were spiral stairs.
The living room was spacious and decorated with dark colors to emphasize its rectangular shape. The painting was off white throughout the main floor. There were two dark brown leather sofas in the middle, with small oak wood coffee tables beside each couch. Egg shaped light bulbs were in the middle of the living room. This rest of his apartment looked warm too. For minutes, he watched me walk around his apartment.
“Too cold in here?”
“Yes.”
He turned off the air conditioner, returned to me, and took off my peacot and my scarf.
“I thought we were going to meet at your hotel.”
“Isn’t a man allowed to change his mind?” I bobbed my head at him and he laughed . “ I want to create new memories . Let’s start the night off right.”
“ Right.”
“Stand in the middle of the room.” I complied. My back faced him. “Pencil skirts fit your hips and pear ass perfectly. And you wore your hair down, just the way I like it.” I closed my eyes, getting lost in his low husky sound. “Open your eyes.”
Looking straight ahead, his eyes met mine through our reflection in the glass window. He was close enough to hear, but his body was too far away for my liking.
“Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome ,” he said. “ Was the ride over here okay?”
“Yes .” His eyes lingered over my body , seeming to know that my concentration was on the brink of mushiness.
“There’s an envelope on the desk.” I followed his eyes. He caught me off guard and I had a chance to compose myself. I went to the desk and opened it up: three sheets of paper with blood test results, all taken three days ago. “The lab got my results in fast.”
“Yeah, you don’t say! I’ve had to wait months to get my results back from my family health care practitioner.”
He made a motion with his head. “My doctor sent my blood to a private lab; they always expedite things for me. It’s a perk I am fortunate to have.”
“You don’t have any sexually transmitted infections.” I looked through the other two sheets of paper. He had a battery of test done , with summary of results from the two Technicians on the last page.
“Y ou needed to know about my sexual health,” he explained.
“I did think about it,” I admitted.
“You’ve been thinking about it,” he corrected me. “I am trying to meet your needs, remember? Now we can both fully enjoy ourselves.”
“You don’t have my results,” I pointed out.
“No. I’ d have you take all the test if I wanted you to. I know that I can trust you about
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