Page 62 of Broken By A King

Twenty-Nine

TINY

"What's wrong, Ariana?"

I'm scared to death which is why I'm the last virgin left on the planet earth.

"Ummm, my father could come in any second."

So lame.

"Your father isn't coming home any time soon. He's on a date with Savannah's mother, although they're calling it some other shit to pretend that that's not what it is. And even if he comes home, the door to this room is locked, and we're consenting adults."

"I know, it's just weird."

"I'm going to make it not weird. I'm going to make it so that you're not going to give a flying fuck who's in this house."

"Where is this coming from?" I ask.

"What."

"You, me, this. You wanting me like this? I thought–"

"You thought wrong.Thisright here has been coming since the moment I walked behind your big beautiful ass up those steps. You telling me that your surprised by that. That you had no idea that I've been wanting to get my hand in between those thighs for weeks."

This man.

He just says whatever he feels like.

"To be honest, yes."

"Stand up."

"What?"

He swings my legs off of his lap.

"Stand up and stand directly in front of me."

I feel utterly ridiculous. I can't maintain eye contact with him. My hands are jittery. I don't think that I can do this. Not because I'm some sort of conservative prude that's waiting to hold onto my virginity for marriage, but because I don't know what the hell I'm doing. He's probably been fucking for half of his life and hasn't had a woman in years thanks to jail, and so now he wants to sleep with me of all people? That's way too much pressure. I'll never live up to his standards.

"That's good, baby. Now look at me."

I struggle to look at him, but when he spreads his legs and pulls me in closer to him by my waist, I feel a little more at ease. He doesn't say anything for a moment but just holds me. My breathing slows. I relax a bit more.

"Look at me," he demands. "I'm going to ask you this one last time. Are. You. Attracted. To. Me. Yes or no?"

"Yes," I exhale bravely.

"Does it feel good to you when I touch you? Yes or no?"

It takes me a moment but then I finally answer realizing what he needs from me. Why he's taking his time. He needs me to give him the words. To tell him that it's okay. So, I give him what we both need.

"Yes."

"Thank fuck. That's the right answer, baby."

He slowly slides my pants to the floor.