A Sinful Desire (Discontinued)

Seventeen

My eyes flutter open and it takes my brain a moment to register where I am, and recall last night's events. I turn to see the bed empty beside me and I frown. Where did he go? I climb out of bed and throw on one of his discarded t-shirts I find on the floor. I exit the bedroom and walk into the kitchen, where I find Bennett, making coffee.

"Morning." He greets, turning around to face me. His eyes scan my body as he sips his coffee, an impressed look on his face. "I like you in my clothes." I feel my face flush and I can't muster a up response. "Coffee?"

I nod, suddenly feeling very timid. "Yes, please." He turns back to the coffee maker and pours me a cup, then asks me if I want cream and sugar. "Yes, please." I say, repeating the same phrase, because it's the only thing that can come to mind. I'm still stunned by the previous night's events and I can't believe I'm here in his home, the morning after, drinking coffee with him.

I take a seat on one of the bar stools and he slides over the coffee to me. He walks around the counter and takes a seat beside me. Eyeing me, he takes another sip of his hot beverage. "What are you thinking, Allison?" He asks me seriously, watching me as he waits for an answer.

I take a moment to ponder. What am I thinking? "I'm thinking about last night." I tell him, honestly.

"What about it?" He presses.

"I liked it." I say and proceed to take a sip of my coffee.

A smile tugs at his lips, "Good. So did I."

I feel a flutter of butterflies erupt in my stomach, a feeling I'm not very familiar with. "So, you're not mad at me?" I ask, watching him intently.

He sighs, then shakes his head. "Not anymore."

"What changed your mind?"

"You let me come and pick you up. I like to know that you're safe." He tells me.

"Why?" I ask, more curious.

"There's something about you. Something different, and I can't figure out quite what it is. Whatever it is, though, I like it and it keeps me drawn to you. I have an infatuation with you that I just can't seem to shake, no matter how hard I try."

"I feel the same way about you. I want to hate you because you make me so angry sometimes, but something about you keeps me coming back for more." I finally tell him.

He chuckles lightly, "You're not the kind of girl I usually go for. I like girls who are quiet, reserved and submissive. But you're the exact opposite of that."

"How come you go for girls like that?" I ask, my interest peaked.

He shrugs, "I like to be in control, if you haven't already noticed. I want to take charge and I would never let my girl talk back to me or roll my eyes at me. But I let you do that, I enjoy that from you. It's strange. You're a challenge, and I love it."

I feel my face heat. What is this effect he has on me? I haven't yet figured out if it's just lust or if it's more of a crush, but the two are oh-so similar, it's hard to tell. "So you like that I'm straight forward and bossy?"

He chuckles, "I wouldn't call it bossy, per say, more like... Authoritative. You like to be in charge, and there's nothing wrong with that."

"Authoritative is a synonym of 'bossy', sir." I throw in.

He raises an eyebrow. "That's another thing I usually wouldn't let fly, correcting me." He says with a smirk.

"Awe, can't handle being wrong?" I cock an eyebrow, my sass resurfacing. 

Mr. Bennett drops me off at my building, and I hate to go but I know I should. He offers to open the door for me, but I decline at the risk of being spotted. Instead he takes my hand in his and places a tender kiss on the back of my hand.

"Until next time, Miss Evans." He says an almost lustful tone.

"Mr. Bennett." I breathe, then proceed to exit the vehicle and enter the tall building that I live in.

I arrive at the penthouse and find Emily in the kitchen. "Hi, babe." She calls.

"Hello." I reply, entering the kitchen.

"How was the party?"

The party. I had nearly forgotten about it after everything that happened between Bennett and I. Although I'm aching to talk about it, I know I have to keep my mouth shut. "It was fun! Got plastered." I tell her, leaving out the rest of the night's events.

She laughs, "Hope you didn't get into too much trouble." 

I laugh along, "Hardly any." I can't figure out if that's a lie or not, what happened doesn't feel like trouble, it feels... Almost right. But if you look at it from an outsider's point of view, it's huge trouble. "I need to shower." I tell her, excusing myself and head upstairs to my bedroom. I toss my bag and my dead phone on my bed, followed by my jacket and grab clean clothes from my drawers and walk into my bathroom connected to my bedroom.

As the hot water cascades around me, my thoughts are on the delectable William Bennett. His taste, his touch, his gaze. Everything about him is perfect, and I can't fathom why he wants me. He could have any girl he wants, so what is it about me? I guess not even he knows the answer to that.