Seducing Ms. Petrov

Katya

Fifteen minutes later, Ferrara sat cross-legged across me in his limo, his tie discarded, his gaze penetrating into me.

He only broke eye contact to reach for his phone and dial, then his eyes were on me again when he spoke in a deep sultry voice,

"Ferrara. Make your private area empty before the next ten minutes."

I tried not to focus on the movement of his lips, knowing I was already on the path to doom.

This was what Ferrara had always been to me, yet he made me feel alive, excited, my entire body filled with anticipation.

The tension between us was thick, and with my legs crossed to the side, I felt half of my rationality leave through the window.

"Where are we going?" I finally broke the silence.

He checked the time by his watch and returned his attention to me, "Somewhere we won't be disturbed. A good restaurant. You will like it."

I said nothing else for the rest of the ride, instead focusing on not thinking of the consequences or the fact that I may be selling my sou