“Nothing but words.” I wave my hand dismissively, even though my center throbs. They were good words, but I’m not about to own up to that.
“I’ll prove it to you.” His low, raspy voice does nothing to dull the ache between my thighs. “I told you I like a good challenge.”
Chapter Eleven
Ava
Thankfully, Sebastian leaves my office after our encounter. I’m restless the entire evening and sleep evades me at night. I toss in my bed for hours, checking the time on my phone now and again. At about one o’clock in the morning, I receive a text. The sender is Sebastian. My heart flutters as I draw the phone closer to me.
Sebastian: Are you asleep?
I shouldn’t respond. I really shouldn’t. The temptation is too big though.
Ava: No. I can’t fall asleep.
He answers fast.
Sebastian: Neither can I. I can’t take my mind off you.
I bite my lip, trying hard to ignore the heat igniting inside me.
Another text arrives.
Sebastian: Why can’t you sleep?
For a second, I debate not writing back, but I give in to temptation again.
Ava: Same reason as you.
Sebastian: You can’t stop thinking about yourself?
Smiling, I shake my head. He’s really gonna make me write it. Oh well, here goes nothing.
Ava: I can’t stop thinking about you.
My breath catches when I read his next reply.
Sebastian: I want to see you tomorrow.
I try to backpedal, because seeing him outside the office is a really, really bad idea.
Ava: I already have plans. I’m sightseeing in San Francisco.
Sebastian: Great. I’ll pick you up at nine tomorrow.
I type back quickly.
Ava: There’s no need. I can go by myself.
His reply comes in three seconds.
Sebastian: See you at nine.
I stare at the screen for a long time, but don’t write back. There’s no point contradicting him. He’ll do exactly what he wants anyway. The problem is I want him to do that. I toss in my bed, sweating. Jesus, I don’t remember being so painfully aware of the ache between my legs in a long time. The feeling grows unbearable, and I briefly wonder if it’s possible to die from it. I can already imagine newspaper headlines. Death by sexual frustration, or something equally ridiculous.
***
I wake up at seven o’clock sharp, even though I set my alarm for eight. Bolting to a sitting position in my bed, I acknowledge the reason behind my early rise: adrenaline. The knowledge that I’ll spend the day with Sebastian makes me grin and spikes my blood with something dangerous and addictive.