Say yes

Chapter 11

I woke to the sound of an alarm blaring near me. It did not sound like my alarm. I woke, stretching my stiff muscles as I remembered the night before, or rather very early this morning. I was in Chase's room, in his bed covered by the white satin sheets that dressed the bed. I was still very naked. I sat up on my elbows looking for the stupid alarm that had awoken me. I noticed that Chase was no longer in the bed with me as I reached over to his side of the bed and shut off the alarm. It was ten in the morning.

The sudden thought that it was Sunday morning gave me a somber feeling. This was the last day I will be spending with Chase before we go back to our busy schedule this week. The thought made me snuggle up with his pillow. It was no longer warm from our night's slumber, but it smelled deliciously like him, and... Oh my God. It smelled of me too. Who knew sex could smell so good. Well, we didn't have actual sex last night. More like I rode his fingers and his pants until my body could not take anymore. God this man has very skillful hands. If he is this good with his hands, I just know he will be amazing when we finally do have sex, whenever that will be.

I held his pillow tighter as I giggled like a virgin that had just figured out what an orgasm felt like. He had me wanting to scale the walls with the way he made my body feel. It was so intense, so primal, so needing. That is the word that I would use to describe how I felt. My body needed him. It craved his touch, ached for it. I never thought that being restrained could be so... so rewarding. I needed to get my ass us and go fine Chase. I wonder what he has in store for today. More of last night I hope.

I sat up on the bed and saw a note resting on the nightstand. I picked it up and read it. It was from Chase telling me to take a shower and meet him downstairs in the living room in twenty minutes wearing nothing but the robe that was placed in the bathroom. I immediately started to panic. I have wasted ten of those minutes reminiscing. Oh, God. I jumped up out of the bed and ran to the bathroom, turning on the shower. I was about to step into the shower when I noticed a red silk robe resting on the back of the door. I let my hand run across the smooth, cool fabric. I wonder why he chose this robe. Maybe he thought I would look good in it. Maybe it was the color that appealed to him. Red is for hot, fire, aggression, passion.

Well, there goes another minute lost because of day dreaming. Less than nine minutes left to shower and be downstairs. I rushed through my shower, making sure to wash all of the hot spots. I did not bother to wash my hair; I did that the day before. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I noticed that my toiletries were placed on the bathroom counter. I grabbed my toothbrush and Chase's toothpaste and began brushing my teeth. After I put on lotion and placed it on the robe. I have no idea how much time has passed by now. All I know is that he is waiting downstairs for me. With a smile on my face, I made my way downstairs to the living room. I was grinning from ear to ear until I walked into the room and saw the look on Chase's face.

There he sat on the couch, shirtless with a pair of sweatpants on. I would find his bare chest and messy bed hair so sexy if it weren't for the fact that his current demeanor was intimidating. He had one arm draped over the top on the couch and the other rested on the arm of the couch with his chin resting on a closed fisted. He seemed angry as his eyes pierced through me. He was not only angry, but he seemed disappointed.

If I could vanish into thin air right now, I would. The look he gave me frightened the hell out of me. In the short time, I have known him I have never seen that look before. Is he mad at me? What did I do wrong?  I stood there as his glare held me in my place. I needed to look anywhere but him. I noticed that there was a plate of, bacon, eggs, and pancakes on a plate that was sitting on the coffee table. Did he make breakfast for him? Or was the breakfast for me? I then noticed a cushion resting by his feet. I think that was where I am supposed to be sitting, or kneeling is more like it. Should I go there and kneel? Do I just stand here? My gaze went back to the man whose stare felt like it was burning a hole through me.