HIS SEX TOY

Chapter Nine

LIZ WOKE UP with a yawn as she stretched out on the awfully comfortable bed. Awful because she didn't want to get up, which was not good since she had so much to do. Like go to work and...

Wide awake now, Liz jumped up in the bed as her eyes scanned the room wildly. Where was she? And why was her first thought of Sabastian?

But then her eyes fell on the man of her thoughts. Seated in the darkest corner of the room with a glass of amber liquid in it, his hazel eyes looking calm and dazzling as they pierced through her.

Heart in throat, her muscles couldn't move-she was freaking frozen. Her mind blanked at that. At what point in her life was she ever brought to a state that she was frozen? Never. Until now.

"Good afternoon Miss Golding," he then looked to his glass of amber before draining the glass. He closed his eyes, resting the back of his head against the headrest of the chair. Liz couldn't take her eyes off the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed the drink, her mind omitting nothing. Why was that simple act so fúcking sexy? "I take it you enjoyed your sleep."

"Afternoon?" She questioned, her mind finally catching up to what he said. He peeked open a clear hazel eye at her. She saw him straighten then, opening both eyes as he properly placed the glass that was dangling from his loose grip on the table beside the bed. He didn't lean back though, instead resting his elbows on his knees-his stance reminding her of a prey as he cocked his head at her. Was that curiosity she saw there? She couldn't be certain, after all she was still a little blurry eyed. "I slept through the night and morning?"

He leaned back in his seat fully then, making a show by checking the platinum watch on his hand. "Well, according to my watch you have just been in bed through the afternoon as well."

Liz frowned. "What happened last night?"

"Besides from us coming to an agreement? Nothing," he stood then, his eyes turning a richer shade of hazel, more golden brown than anything else. "And I plan to change that."

"I-"

"I already called into work for you," He stated suddenly. His gaze remained on her and as much as it was unnerving, it was quite endearing. But what was he really talking about? He called her workplace? Insanity did not cover the level of craziness this man was in that moment. She stated at him incredulously. "Well, not me, but my secretary did a fine job of allowing you to have a day off."

Liz narrowed her eyes at that. At her workplace, day offs were as likely as a zombie apocalypse happening. "Are you sure that was what they said? I would still be able to go in tomorrow?"

"Well, she didn't tell me as much but I will get the full status of you and your occupation by the end of today," he smiled then and Liz was helpless to argue. This man could smile?! Her heart was damn near having an attack. For days, she was used to him being such an enigma and even though he wasn't anything but sweet to her (mostly), she didn't see him smile or even being an overall pleasant person. So a smile just threw her off her radar. And it even looked genuine. She started to blush without proper warrant. There have been plenty of guys that smiled at her. Some super flirtatious and downright dirty smiles. She felt no way about them. Then why was her heart fluttering so badly? This was a bad case of morning drowsiness or something. She had just woke up so that was probably the reason. Wait, wasn't the morning already gone. "Why do I suddenly see panic in your eyes?"

And suddenly he was in clear view this time. For he was certainly not hiding, especially being in her face and all. A complete invasion of her personal space that threw her off balance, having her tumble back in reflex. This set back had her almost flying over the edge of the bed. Thankfully, he saw what was about to happen and managed to grab her arms before pulling her right into his chest with his arm around her waist. With her hand on his shoulder, arms around her waist and their faces less than an inch apart, she couldn't help but think this was all a dream. Was she that fascinated with him that a dream would become almost real-life? She pondered that thought as she squeezed his shoulder, feeling the warmth and strength that corded their. She couldn't be dreaming that, could she?