Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 11

I looked at the reflection of my lips through the mirror and traced it gently with my index finger.

Bradley Mefford kissed me, and for the past four hours, I couldn't think of anything else.

I've been avoiding him by staying in my room. Unfortunately, making a point to avoid him physically didn't mean I could do the same mentally.

The kiss was planted in my brain, and it wasn't even just the kiss. It was the way he wrapped his hands around my waist and pulled me close. The way he grabbed my bottom in his hands.

That was hot as hell.

He was hot as hell.

And for some strange reason, he seemed to be deeply embedded in my brain.

There was always a moment when his face, voice or the memory of his fantastic body would pop into my head.

I blamed it on the kiss.

Nothing has ever made my toes curled up like that before.

No man has ever made me feel that wanton. The minute his lips had touched mine, the world as I knew it had ceased to exist. The only thing that I could think about was how good it felt having him kissing me.

Letting him kiss me was stupid. Me pulling him closer to continue kiss was even worse.

I had to stay away from. The estate was large and spacious, so many places to hide from him.

There was too much danger of running into him, too much chance of wanton brain cells telling me it wasn't a bad idea to kiss him again.

Kiss him, touch him and let him take me to bed.

Oh, no. No, No. No.

Why am I thinking about this?

Never in my life, I've ever felt the need to have sex with someone. Now, I'm thinking about having sex with a man I met a few days ago.

For heaven's sake, Tiffany!

He is a Mefford, rich beyond my wildest imaginings, able to buy and do whatever he liked.

A man used to getting things done in his way, I knew that from personal experience. He chose to kidnap me to keep me away from the press when he could have just given me a warning. Not that I would have gone to them anyway, but still he has power in high places. Not only that, his handsome features and charming personality could sweep any woman off her feet, including me. I'm sure a rich guy like him was used to dating glamorous women with long legs. As far as being glamorous went, I'm far from it. I'm relatively attractive; I'm ten or fifteen pounds more than what society's image of a perfect would is. I'm not movie-star gorgeous, but a few heads turn when I enter a room from time to time. I wasn't really in the latest designer, fashions. Some days, I'm lucky I'll remember to put in earrings or get my shoes on the right feet.

I most definitely had to stay away from Bradley Mefford.

But it's highly impossible to do so when I have to face him for dinner in a few minutes.

I sighed.

If only I wasn't hungry and completely in love with Mrs. Child's five-star cooking.

I looked at myself one more time before turning towards the door. I headed straight towards the dining room and took a seat.

He hadn't arrived yet, which gave me some time to think of ways to handle the situation.

Do I engage him in a conversation, or do I ignore his handsome face?