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"Why don't you want me to see?"
Derrick chuckles. "Soon, angel."
"Have I told you that I hate surprises?"
He snorts. "No, actually, you haven't." He's behind me, his breath stirring my hair, and I can feel the warmth of his body radiating out towards me. Every time we're this close, it's all I can do not to lean back into him. I’m dying to see what he'd do if I did. Would he grab me, pull me against him?
Would he sweep me into his bedroom, taking my virginity right then and there? A rush of excitement goes through me at the thought, and I push the door open, walking fully into the room.
"Take off the blindfold." Derrick's voice is low and close to my ear, and I shudder. His fingers trail over my jaw, down my neck, and over the curve of my shoulder. "Please."
He doesn't need to beg, not at all. But his words have me reaching for the knot that secures the blindfold in place. As soon as the fabric is free, I blink, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.
We're in a kitchen, and I'm stunned by the beauty of the space around us. White cabinets, the doors shining and gleaming in the low light. Marble countertops, and a large island, the surface dotted with lights under the bottom.
"Derrick..." I breathe.
"I'm glad you like it."
With total honesty, I say, "I love it."
"This is the heart of the house." He steps past me, his big hands landing on the island. “I have an affinity for cooking.”
"I can see that.” I explore a little more, tracing my fingers over the countertop and appliances as I go.
"Are you hungry, Alina? Thirsty?" I nod, and he moves across the space. "Let me get you something." He grabs two wine glasses down from a cabinet. "White or red?"
With no knowledge of wine, I shrug. "Either is fine."
"White, then."
He uncorks a bottle of white and pours. Handing a glass to me, he smiles. "To new beginnings."
I raise an eyebrow.
Bold words for a man who doesn't even want me to see the exterior of his house. I want to believe him, but no matter how hot and bothered he's making me feel, he isn't making that trust easy. "Is that what this is?"
"Yes." Derrick sounds a lot more confident than I feel.
Not responding, I clink my glass against his and take a sip. It’s sharp but buttery on the finish. Delicious.
The night progresses, and Derrick gives me a quick tour of his house, showing me the downstairs and the upstairs. Everything is modern, sleek, and comfortable. All the furnishings are expensive, and everything is so well organized. The place is immaculate. It's almost sterile.
"Do you live here alone?" I ask.
"What do you think, Alina?" He raises a brow, his eyes dark and flashing.
"I'm just asking," I mutter, and his hand lands on my waist.
"Yes, angel. I live here alone. This is my house."
"It's just so big."
Derrick chuckles and looks around. "I suppose it is a bit much for one person," he admits. "But, I like it."
We return to the kitchen for dinner, where Derrick proceeds to cook for me. Steak and asparagus, simple but decadent. He tells me multiple times to sit down and relax, but I can't help myself. I want to be near him, included in what he's doing. So after the third time, I get restless enough to get up, and he lets me chop the ingredients for the appetizer salad.
Working in the kitchen with him is oddly, wonderfully intimate. I can hear him behind me, and when he walks across the space, he traces a hand over my waist or leans in to press his lips to the side of my neck. It's enough to have me throbbing between my legs, but I know what this is. It's a seduction, and it's working.
