From behind the door, I listened for a sign. Anything to signal movement. Several seconds passed with my ear pressed against the cold wood...Nothing!
Pushing off the door, I let out and exasperated sigh. What could he be doing in there? My thoughts raced as I paced back and forth on the carpeted floor. Surly he wasn't just sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I heaved a deep breath. My mind made up. It was time.
My hand hesitated just above the knob for a moment, before I turned it and forced the door wide open, "I've made my choice!" I blurted out as I took in my surroundings.
The room was dimly lit, with dark grey walls; where candles sat on decorations, flickering wildly. The movement of light made the room look both erotic and eerie. I was surprised to see a large chair in the corner of the room, only a few feet away from the large king sized bed.
He sat on the edge, feet brushing the ground. His dark eyes met mine, "Have you?" He asked mockingly.
Confidently, I nodded my head, stomping my way towards his arrogant smirk, "I think we should do it."
The smirk widened to a wicked grin, "I couldn't agree more."
From this distance, I could see the humor in his eyes turn to hunger. I stepped back, "I haven't finished."
Like flipping a switch, his eyes sparkled again as if he were watching a comedian on stage, performing their skit, "Well, go on." He muttered.
I dropped my gaze to the floor and sucked in another breath, "I want to go slow this time, please."
"Please, what?" His voice hummed like a song.
"Please, Sir." I lifted my gaze to meet his and was delighted to see his smile.
(I hope you're enjoying the story! Let me know, is third person better or first)
