Your Irresistible love

Chapter Eleven

Ava POV

Thankfully, Sebastian leaves my office after our encounter. I'm restless the entire evening and sleep evades me at night. I toss in my bed for hours, checking the time on my phone now and again. At about one o'clock in the morning, I receive a text. The sender is Sebastian. My heart flutters as I draw the phone closer to me.

Sebastian: Are you asleep?

I shouldn't respond. I really shouldn't. The temptation is too big though.

Ava: No. I can't fall asleep.

He answers fast.

Sebastian: Neither can I. I can't take my mind off you.

I bite my lip, trying hard to ignore the heat igniting inside me.

Another text arrives.

Sebastian: Why can't you sleep?

For a second, I debate not writing back, but I give in to temptation again.

Ava: Same reason as you.

Sebastian: You can't stop thinking about yourself?

Smiling, I shake my head. He's really gonna make me write it. Oh well, here goes nothing.

Ava: I can't stop thinking about you.

My breath catches when I read his next reply.

Sebastian:I want to see you tomorrow.

I try to backpedal, because seeing him outside the office is a really, really bad idea.

Ava: I already have plans. I'm sightseeing in San Francisco.

Sebastian: Great. I'll pick you up at nine tomorrow.

I type back quickly.

Ava: There's no need. I can go by myself.

His reply comes in three seconds.

Sebastian: See you at nine.

I stare at the screen for a long time, but don't write back. There's no point contradicting him. He'll do exactly what he wants anyway. The problem is I want him to do that. I toss in my bed, sweating. Jesus, I don't remember being so painfully aware of the ache between my legs in a long time. The feeling grows unbearable, and I briefly wonder if it's possible to die from it. I can already imagine newspaper headlines. Death by sexual frustration, or something equally ridiculous.

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I wake up at seven o'clock sharp, even though I set my alarm for eight. Bolting to a sitting position in my bed, I acknowledge the reason behind my early rise: adrenaline. The knowledge that I'll spend the day with Sebastian makes me grin and spikes my blood with something dangerous and addictive.

I can't wipe the stupid smile off my face the entire time I'm getting ready. I shower first, using my best-smelling shampoo, and then use the razor to get rid of unwanted hair from my body. I'm aware that I'm putting more effort into looking perfect than I have in a long while. It's for tonight, I tell myself. The presentation for the buyers is tonight, so I'm preparing myself for the occasion. Great excuse. Except, why would I shave my pubis for the show?

At nine o'clock, I hear three knocks at my door. Drawing in a deep breath, I open it and thank heaven for having spent the past hours beautifying myself. Sebastian looks perfect. He wears jeans and a black cotton shirt. It's simple, but it hugs his torso and biceps in a mouthwatering way. His gaze rakes over my body, resting on my breasts and lower on my hips.

Holding up two brown paper bags, he leans against the doorframe, saying, "I bought breakfast. We can eat it on the way to our first stop."

"Okay." I go toward the desk and grab my purse, then pause, turning to him. "I have one rule for today."