A Few Shades of Steele

Chapter 8: Part 1

I am up on my feet pacing behind my desk running my hands through my hair pulling at it, OH MY GOD how did this happen. I just showed her everything and she probably hasn’t even touched a penis. “I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me,” I scold her as I continue to pace my mind running in 10 different directions.

She responds softly looking down at her hands peeking up at me every few seconds as I try to calm down, “The subject never came up. I’m not in the habit of revealing my sexual status to everyone I meet. I mean, we hardly know each other.”

“Well, you know a lot more about me now,” I snap as I press my lips together staring at her as my hands ball into fist on my desk. “I knew you were inexperienced, but a virgin!” I twist the word into a curse that should never be said aloud. “Hell, Ana, I just showed you …” I moan as I pull at my hair again. “May God forgive me. Have you ever been kissed, apart from by me?”

 “Of course I have.” She snaps back at me with a look that tries to make me feel bad for even asking, but I don’t know about this anymore no matter how much I want her under me.

 “And a nice young man hasn’t swept you off your feet? I just don’t understand. You’re twenty-one, nearly twenty-two. You’re beautiful.” She doesn’t even have a boyfriend. I pull at my hair again stopping at my desk leaning over it to her looking into her eyes. “And you’re seriously discussing what I want to do, when you have no experience.” I furrow my eyebrows together chewing on my cheek. “How have you avoided sex ? Tell me, please.”

She just shrugs. “No one’s really, you know …”there is a light blush as she lets her sentence trail off “Why are you so angry with me?” she whispers looking up at me.

“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry with myself. I just assumed …” I sigh and move around the desk leaning on it crossing my legs as I tap a finger on the desk looking at her. “Do you want to go?”

“No, unless you want me to go,” she looks at me biting that lip of hers and I can tell she is scared, but she doesn’t want to leave any time soon. Why?

I almost scoff at the thought of kicking her out, “Of course not. I like having you here.” I frown as I look at my watch I should get her home, “It’s late.” I look down at her chewing on my cheek. “You’re biting your lip.” I lower my voice just imagining having that lip between my teeth with her arms pinned above her head.

“Sorry.” She immediately lets her lip free.