บท 7: Chapter 7
My heartbeat quickened, leaving me speechless. I didn't know what to say. I didn't have good practice at approaching this type of situation since I never have one.
"You?" I managed to ask.
"Yes, it's me." His accent was a killer.
"Would you like to sit?" He asked me, kindly as he pointed his finger at the sofa.
Clearing my throat and bringing back my attention. I thanked him and sat on the sofa. Our gaze was still glued to each other. And I had a feeling that this meeting was going to end up being something very interesting to talk about.
"I am Elijah Romano. In case you're wondering who you are dealing with, Miss..."
"I am Regina Westfield."
"Yes, Miss. Westfield. I am sorry to drag you here but I couldn't help wondering about your shoulder."
Disappointment must have written in my face because he quickly averted his gaze. "I am doing fine," I told him.
"I am very grateful to know." Then, he added. "Would you like to drink?"
"I have enough for tonight." I refused him.
"You're not planning on leaving soon, are you not?"
"I am not."
He nodded. As he brought the glass of drink to his lips.
I couldn't help but wonder what if I was that glass. Would he be taking me so gently in his mouth while licking me from top to button?
"You're beautiful." When the words left his mouth. I sucked the air from my lips. No one had ever called me beautiful.
As I was unable to speak, I could only stare at him. His dress shirt was white, and the black suit was looking absolutely gorgeous on him. His blue eyes were like a flame that could burn anyone alive if he stared at them for long enough. And I really liked the way that he was reading me.
My heart was throbbing. My breath was faster and my lips parted to speak on behalf of my heart, my desire but my head held my back, telling me, I shouldn't be the first one to make a move.
"What do you do Miss. Westfield?" There it was. That very question ruined everything. I was transferred back to my high school days, where I had a cover but just not the book to read.
Discarding any dirty - romantic thoughts I had for man, I started making a conversation instead, which did seem perfectly normal to him.
"I am a college student." Of course, that was a lie. I wasn't a college student. I never ever knew what it was like to be a normal kid. My history was just an intriguing story for some other time.
"I see." He slightly nodded.
This man had a share of drink, I could tell. He was drunk, and probably controlling himself as much as I was controlling myself. But I didn't know what was holding him back. And I just found myself incapable of reading him. I mean if he was bits and zeros I would only need seconds before I decipher him. But he was a human and human being was the creature that could be harder to break through than computer code. And this man was a mystery - a dark mystery to be precious.
I blinked at him, flicked my hair to the sides, showing him my bare neck. All to distract him from looking me into my eyes than my lips and my breasts although there weren't much to look at. I was literally trying so hard to get him on the bed and he was just ignoring the fact that he desired me too.
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