Chapter 41: The Next Lesson

My heart leaps into my throat. "We're doing it here? At your house?"

He gives a dark chuckle. "You've already kicked off your shoes. Besides, there are certain lessons that are better to do in private, where there's no one to disturb us."

I take a long sip of my wine. He wants us to be alone. To do this lesson in private. Was this his plan all along, to get me to come back to his house? No, I tell myself. He knows what he does to me. He knows that all he had to do was ask. That call back in the car was legitimate - why is he suddenly changing our plans for the evening? But "why" isn't the most important question - that distinction belongs to the what.

"What are we going to do?" I ask, trying to keep my voice from revealing how much my body is already responding to the suggestion.

Roman is sitting on the lounge chair with his knees facing me. I'm looking out across the pool, but out of the corner of my eye I see him smile.

"Not we," he says, amusement in his voice. "You."

Oh. I'm