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I hesitate for a moment, searching for the right words. I’m too nervous to sit, so I don’t, even when Malcolm looks at me questioningly.
Okay. Here it goes. "Malcolm, I appreciate everything you've done for me. But you don't have to stay with me just because of a promise you made. I've noticed...the fact that we haven't taken things further. It's made me wonder if you've lost interest."
His brow furrows. "Melody, do you really think that's the reason?"
I nod, my fingers twisting together nervously. "I've never been in a relationship like this before. I don't want you to feel obligated. My inexperience—it's a lot to deal with."
A deep sigh escapes him, "Melody, you have no idea how much I want you. My restraint isn't about lack of interest. It's about respect and patience. You mean more to me than you can imagine."
He pauses, searching my face. His next words are much less composed, and they make heat pool in my belly. “Don’t you think I’d be fucking you every night if it was possible? Every night, forever?”
Shocked, I struggle to find words. “I…I thought you’d want me to leave sooner than later…”
Malcolm's laughter rumbles through the library, a rich and genuine sound that fills the air. "Melody, you really think I'd want you gone? That's absurd."
His laughter is so warm, so sincere, that it sends a flutter of embarrassment through me. I can't help but feel like I've been overthinking everything, like I've let my insecurities cloud my judgment.
I turn slightly, my cheeks flushing as I glance away. "I just... I guess I let my thoughts get the best of me. You’re just…you know, a freaking billionaire, and I’m a former waitress…”
"Stop," he commands gently, and I feel the weight of his gaze on me.
I shake my head, my heart pounding in my chest. "No, Malcolm. I need to be honest with you. I can't just pretend like I don’t have these doubts."
His voice lowers when I still won’t meet his eyes. "Melody, look at me."
I’m verging on some sort of panic, feeling cornered and humiliated. “I’m just going back to my room. We can…I don’t know…talk later…”
Then he drops a bomb. “I guess I was wrong about you.”
This brings me up short. I pause, turning slowly. “What do you mean by that?”
Malcolm rakes his eyes over my body before shifting his gaze to the glass of port in his outstretched arm again, the blood-red liquid slowly sloshing. “I thought you were a good girl. That you knew what you wanted and that you wanted to please me.”
I ignore the rush of heat I feel when he says please me, my mouth falling open in shock. “Malcolm, I…I do want to make you happy. It’s just…”
“Just what?” Now he looks back at me, pinning me with his eyes. “Just scared? Have I given you any reason to be scared, my little Melody?”
“No,” I answer honestly. “I just….know where this is going. And there’s something about me that you don’t know.”
Malcolm raises one eyebrow but is clearly waiting for me to elaborate, which I really don’t want to do, but how else am I supposed to explain how hot and cold I’m being?
I’ve never wanted something while being intimidated by it so badly. I haven’t even told Adam this, but Malcolm…well. He knows more about me and has had more of me than Adam could ever dream of. I can do this. I have to.
“Malcolm… I’m a virgin,” I blurt the words out before I can second-guess myself. He doesn’t say anything for so long that the heat of the fire at my back starts to get uncomfortable
Finally, he leans forward, his voice low and gravelly. “Say it again.”
I blink a few times, confused, but figuring it’s easier to just go along with it. “I’m a virgin.”
He inhales, letting it out slowly before bringing the port to his lips and draining the whole glass. Malcolm sits the tumbler on the table and spreads his arms out on the back of the couch, his posture relaxed but his face anything but.
The intensity of his focus on me would be frightening if it was anyone else. But this is Malcolm, and he’s already had his face between my legs so…I guess there isn’t any reason to be scared.
“You’re a virgin,” he says finally, “which means, when I have you, I will be the first. And sweet Melody, I intend to be the last. How do you feel about that?”
Heat flashes through me, and I feel pinned in place, unable to move. Nothing in the room exists now except for me and him, and the unavoidable connection between us.
How do I feel about it? Thrilled, in a sense, but also frightened. Adam is long gone, and it’s just Malcolm and me in this enormous house.
