Page 21 of Until He Confesses

I didn’t call out to him, simply because it was too late at night or rather, too early in the morning and my colleagues were sure to hear me from the other rooms as well as the rest of the corridor.

This also made me wonder if it wouldn’t be the case as well if I were to accept his request.

I ultimately decided that I didn’t care, and when I was sure I had remained at the doorway long enough to extend my invitation I returned to the room.

I left the door open and waited, and only when I could hear the soft sounds of his footsteps on the lush carpet approaching did I continue my way to the bathroom.

I listened and when I was sure the door had closed behind him, I took off my towel and slipped into the tub.

The water was warm and smelled wonderful, just the way I had prepared it. I wasn’t even as close to relaxed as I had expected to be. Instead, I was now nervous and jittery but thankfully, the foam managed to hide it all well.

Soon enough I heard him approach so in order to keep myself busy, I began to fiddle with the hair tie that held my hair up in a ponytail because suddenly it felt too tight, and I wanted it down. And this was the state he met me in.

I didn’t lift my gaze, instead, my eyes remained on the tiled wall ahead as I pulled my hair out of the tie and then set it down. With a slight tilt of my head, I ran my fingers through the damp mass, and then I looked at him.

He watched me intently and in a manner that made breathing quite difficult for me. The air in the bathroom suddenly began to feel too warm, too heated, too stuffy but I couldn’t get out.

It was clear to me then that my ultimate desire was to torture myself.

“It wasn’t easy obtaining the information that this is your room,” he eventually spoke. “I’m glad to see that you’re awake.”

I gave him a stern look once again and he met it boldly. I soon found that I couldn’t look away either. He looked a bit different from earlier, less casual, and more rested. It made me realize that he too had taken a little nap of his own.

“Have you had dinner?” he asked, and I truly took the time to contemplate what I wanted my response to be.

I eventually made up my mind.

“Is that why you were searching for me?” I asked. “Because you want to have dinner?”

“I’ve already had dinner,” he replied. “I was just inquiring about you.”

“I’m fine,” I said. “Plus, it’s too late for dinner anyway. I’ll wait for breakfast instead.”

He went silent as he watched me slowly play with the water. I wanted to look at him some more, the beautiful way his hair fell away from his face and settled in soft waves toward the back. And then there was the untucked white dress shirt he had on with the sleeves once again folded up his arms.

He looked wonderful and smelled even better and it slowly began to frustrate me that all he was doing was watching me.

“Are you going to keep standing there or are you going to join me?” I asked.

9

CALLIE

His response was a humorless smile. However, his gaze was so ladened with lust that his eyelids grew heavy.

“You know I hate baths,” he said.

Yes, I was very, very well aware. There was not a thing about him I had forgotten. I could, though, recall now that he had drawn a handful of them back when we were in school together and then he had watched me. Sometimes he would help wash my hair and all the time he would end up wet due to all the naughtiness I employed in getting him to join me, but he never agreed. I used to dream then of how it would feel to have his wet heated body rubbing against mine. Since I didn't want to make him uncomfortable, I never pushed. Now, however, I didn’t care about making him comfortable or not.

I asked for exactly what I wanted, after all this was a one-time occurrence and I owed him no courtesy whatsoever.

“You need to join me,” I told him. “That's how I want to begin this. And if you don’t agree then you’re free to leave.”

His gaze darkened.

“You know I hate ultimatums,” he said, and his tone was cold enough to send shivers down my spine. I could immediately feel the defiance rising within him, which made me almost certain that he would leave, and that there was nothing I would be able to do to change his mind.

Therefore, I sighed and apologized.