" I don't get a tour?" I ask mockingly,
I know where we're going, deep down, but I still give him the benefit of the doubt, just in case.
We reach the end of the hallway, where massive double doors stand waiting. He opens one side, guides me in, and closes the door behind us.
There are No more steps to retreat. This is it. His bedroom.
He turned to look at me as he walked deeper into the bedroom, and I just stood there, frozen. Moments later, he came back, his jacket already off, tie loose, fingers working on his cufflinks. I stood stiff, my handbag clutched in front of me, posture straight like I was in the middle of a courtroom, not his damn bedroom.
He looked at me, his brow lifted. "Get in. Why are you standing there like that? Take a seat, relax. Kick off your shoes, take off that coat."
He went back to undoing his tie, then the buttons of his shirt, one by one.
"I didn't come here for this," I said flatly.
