Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
This is insane.
After several minutes, I left the screen and settled back into my chair.
I had a lot to do tomorrow, but. . .I couldn’t turn off the television.
Only God knew how long, I continued to watch her chest rise and fall. The rhythmic cadence of her breathing lulled me into a state of intense focus.
More minutes passed.
Her room and my studio filled with the quiet sounds of the night, the occasional rustle of the wind outside, the distant hum of the city.
And her soft snores.
I shouldn’t have been doing this.
It was odd.
Weird even.
Still. . .a strange peace settled over me, and I remained in my chair. . .watching her.
What is going on with me?
Chapter Fourteen
Decisions. Decisions
This morning, I woke up to Tristan’s tie wrapped around my hand.
My body hummed with the memory of the orgasm Tristan’s fingers had given me in the restaurant, and then what his tie did to me later.
Two orgasms in one night. Alright girl. You are breaking records.
I brought my other hand to the tie and smoothed out the wrinkles.
But, now it is a new day.
I was no longer in the restaurant, sipping expensive alcohol. Now I had a clear mind. It was time to be responsible and really think this through.
What will I do? The library or a second date with Tristan?
I had truly waited a long time to get that room in the library. Only God knew when I would get that room again.
Meanwhile, Tristan entered my life and simply took over my afternoon’s schedule. He’d even threatened to show up at the library and fuck me in there.
I blushed at the thought.
He is insane.
I inhaled the tie and loved how his cologne mixed with the scent of my arousal.
But. . .Mom is going to take away the funds. . .now more than ever I should double down on my studies. . .maybe search around for scholarships. . .
The decision on what to do today weighed heavily on me, like a dense fog that refused to lift. I was torn between two worlds—the responsible path of my graduate studies and the intoxicating erotic allure of Tristan.
I studied that tie.
For me it was more than a piece of expensive fabric. It served as a symbol of a daring and thrilling date that had been amazingly wild and adventurous.
Last night, I had gone to places I never even imagined existed, from the mysterious sex club under the library with its hidden chambers to the restaurant that served the most exotic and delicious food I had ever tasted.
But more than the places, it was Tristan himself who fascinated me. His touch, his voice, the way he looked at me. It was all so different from anything I had ever experienced.
“Shit.” I bit my lip. “Why are you so tempting, Tristan?”
His skilled touch ignited something deep within me that I never knew existed, an uncontrollable passion that threatened to consume my every thought.
“Tristan.” A shiver of lust ran through me.
But it was more than horniness happening between us.
There was something in his eyes, a kind of understanding and connection that went beyond mere physical attraction.
And yet, there was this nagging thought at the back of my mind. I knew deep down that a relationship with Tristan would not lead to marriage or even a stable future.
He had said so himself.
And when a man told you who he was, one had to listen.
Would spending this second date with him be a waste of time?
I had worked so hard to get into grad school, and I couldn’t start slacking due to a man that wasn’t even trying to put a ring on my finger.
Be smart.
While Tristan embodied fun, and erotic passion, I had a responsibility to myself and my future.
But. . .
A part of me longed to throw caution to the wind and follow my heart.
All I could think about was what it would be like if Tristan were inside of my bedroom with me, without clothes on.
I imagined his body pressed against mine, his muscles flexing as he slowly entered me.
Oh my god.
In my head, his hands caressed my breasts.
My pulse quickened.
And, in that moment I knew there was no turning back—all my studies and responsibilities be damned—I had to be with him today.
Fuck the library.
Suddenly, Scarlett burst into my room. “Good morning. Time to get your ass up and talk to me all about last night.”
“What happened to knocking?” I slowly sat up.
“Girl, what happened to getting home, waking me up, and telling me all about the date?” Scarlett frowned. “I’ve been waiting all morning to hear this, and you’re up in here like sleeping beauty probably daydreaming about Prince Philip.”
“No one is in here daydreaming.”
Scarlett gestured to the tie. “Is that his?”
I laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“Nothing.”
“Why do you have the man’s tie?” She headed over to me and flopped down on my bed. “Girl, what is really going on? Did he tear off your clothes and choke you with the tie? A little erotic asphyxiation after the appetizer?”