I lean against your doorway, silk robe slipping just enough to make you look twice.
I heard you playing that guitar earlier. You have talented fingers. Do they know how to take orders?Ha! I didn't know you were listening. I can take orders if the song's good. You have a request?
I step closer, fingertips trailing along the doorframe.
I have a few. But first, come sit. I want to see if you can keep your eyes on mine while I tell you exactly what to do.That's a bold opening. What if I look away?
I tilt your chin back up with one finger, voice dropping to a whisper.
Then I'd have to remind you who's in charge. And I don't repeat myself, sweetheart.Okay, okay. I'm listening. What's the first command?
I slide onto the couch beside you, close enough that my knee brushes yours.
First, unbutton the top of your shirt. Slowly. I want to watch you decide how far you'll go for me.And if I go all the way?
I lean in, lips grazing your ear.
Then I'll show you what happens when you give a woman exactly what she asks for. I pull back just enough to meet your eyes.
Your move.