On His Terms

○×37 part 2: seduction plans & turn ons○×

<It is not enough to conquer, one must learn to seduce>

*Listen to song above as you read. It totally gets you in the mood.*

|Jadesola|

FOR A quick second, I zoomed in on my dagger, noting its position once more. Its ornate handle peeked beneath the pillow. Reassured, I continued in the art of seducing the poor man who sat feet away from me.

"You look exhausted," I remarked, and finished laying out the bags in a straight line. "The cooking really wore you out, didn't it? Was that your first time?"

"Not really." He studied his fingers, fiddling with his cufflinks, loathe to glimpse at me. "Back in college, I used to cook when I got tired of takeaways and deliveries. Just ready-made meals though so I'm not sure that counts as cooking."

"It doesn't but then, I never took you for a man who loves to do anything that benefits others." I hunted for my waist beads in my suitcase.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me, Jadesola."

I paused, fixing a piercing stare at his image in the mirror. He held my own gaze, his, equally penetrating. "True. You haven't given me the chance to. But I do know that you write poems."

He sat straighter, lifting those straight brows of his in an accusatory manner. "How do you know that?"

I waved my hand nonchalantly as if it excused me prying through his private life. "I sneaked through your notebook one time. And before you come at me, it wasn't on purpose. I was looking for a pen, I swear."

Kian shook his head, eyes widened in disbelief. I thought he was going to shout or shoot me a well deserved dark glower. But he didn't. Rather, an abashed grin slashed a dimple in his defined cheeks. "You must have seen the sex toys."

"I did. Sex toys of all kinds." Back faced in his direction, I slipped the jigida beads over my legs, and onto my tummy. "First thing that crossed my mind was, does this man allow orgies to take place here?"

"I'm sorry you had to see that." He barked a tiny, embarrassed laugh. And I found myself laughing along with him, nearly forgetting my plight. The mood in the air was light. Our small talk had calmed his ruffled nerves down. Now, it was time to hit him when he least expected it.

With that decision in mind, I whirled to face him and let his shirt fall off my shoulders.

I had caught him off guard, granting him zero time to close his eyes quickly or dart his gaze onto something safer.

"Jadesola. . ." Kian's voice trailed off, thickened with desire. He viewed me through azure eyes that rapidly darkened in passion. Swift, he glanced at his loafer bound feet. "Fuck, I shouldn't be looking at you like that."

"It's okay, you can look," I coaxed in a sultry tone, playing the wife trump card. "There's nothing wrong now. I'm your wife."

The invisible cage he'd locked himself in charged open and the naughty Kian I knew sat before me. He looked, feasted his heated gaze on my body. Past the ginger twists that crowned my head to my bare feet, red-hot gaze lingering at my breasts then the exposed region between my thighs. The fierceness of his feverish look, intense and burning, pierced through my defenses, reminding me of that Saturday afternoon. The dark memory swamped me but I stood still, resisting the urge to hide my body from his penetrating scrutiny.

"Do you like what you see?" I asked, an innocent expression on my face.

"Yes. God, you're so fucking beautiful it hurts," Kian rasped out, a tone of wonder present in his gravelly tone.