Make Me Weak (Make Me #1) by Megan Noelle Page A

point."
    "The place I want to bring you is right up those stairs." He pointed to a flight of stairs at the back corner of the room. Then his arms crossed over his chest as he observed every breath I made. His feet never moved forward, they remained planted into the ground, waiting for me. It was very clear to see that he intended to challenge me every step of the way. I talked a big game of not having fear and wanting him as badly as he wanted me. This was his way of seeing just how well my intentions matched my words.
    Well, he would not be disappointed.
    Without even a backwards glance toward him. I stalked forward to the bottom step and didn't stop until I reached the top. I didn't exactly know what to expect, but I never anticipated to look around and literally gasp. The entire level was made into a loft with every single surrounding wall made of glass, most had a thick dark curtain pulled over the window but the wall facing the front was completely exposed. This room was up high enough to only catch the tops of the other buildings leaving the rest of the view as the wide open ocean. Waves curled onto the empty shore, while the water went on for as far as the eye could see. Once I was finally able to tear my eyes away from the immaculate sight, I took in the rest of the place.
    My eyes blinked to insure I wasn't simply dreaming. Onyx's loft was absolutely breathtaking. The first thing that captured my attention was the smooth black piano with gold lettering displaying the brand name Schimmel across the front. It was smooth, sleek, and all around sexy. My legs carried me across the floor because I couldn’t resist a single touch. Trailing my fingers along the white tiles I pictured Onyx’s hands moving skillfully against every single key. A mesmerizing erotic tune filling every inch of this property.
    For all I knew, Onyx didn’t even know how to play , but I highly doubted that. This seemed to be a man of many talents and I would be surprised if this wasn’t one of them.
    I sat on the seat with my back to the piano, allowing me to take in the rest of the space. In one corner were black curtains with a slit open that revealed the end of a bed. It was almost embarrassing that a single glance at where Onyx slept at night was turning me on so immensely. Diverting my attention away was the wisest strategy to keep my body under control, for at least a bit longer. My gaze continued around and took in a string that hung from the ceiling with dozens of black and white photographs clipped by the corner. There was a desk covered with cameras, lenses, and many documents I couldn’t distinguish.
    In another corner were guitar cases, stands, and a few stools. This was seriously an artistic person’s dream room. Every way one looked there was something more incredible than the last. I was getting incredibly excited in more ways than one. The thing about this place that had to be my favorite was the fact that everything looked to be in good condition. However, the best part was none of these items looked like the top of the line equipment.
    The obsessive need for the latest and greatest technology was sickening. Most didn’t agree with me, making Onyx’s appeal grow steadily. The final thing I noticed was at the back of the floor, on the opposite side of his bed was a little kitchen. There were no walls separating it, giving the space a wide open feel. I was surprised to find that I could breathe freely here but I was pleased nonetheless.
    “Care to let me in on all those thoughts tumbling around that curious mind of yours?”
    For the first time since entering the building I looked to Onyx. Casually, he leaned against a wardrobe at the far end of the room.
    Shrugging my shoulders, I held his gaze. “Just thinking of how incredible this place is.”
    He nodded his head, pushing off the wardrobe. “Ah, yes. Not all appreciate the little pieces of my life. Something told me however that you would.”
    “You were right,” I