Beautiful Mistake

Chapter 23 - Heal

Elena's POV

I watched him pause, his back still turned to me while he slowly dropped his phone onto the table. He gradually turned to face me, his eyes scanning my face.

He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out before he closed it again. He took two steps forward, landing his body close to mine and I could feel the heat radiating off of them both.

"Before you make that decision, there's something I want to show you. To do to you. But it requires every ounce of trust from you." He spoke softly, holding eye contact with me.

"Um..." I hesitated, unsure of where this conversation was heading.

"Non-sexual." He finished off, his hands slightly lifted in front of him.

"Okay." I managed, nodding my head.

He gave me a sweet smile while gently grabbing my hand and leading me towards the elevator. We made our way to the 11th floor in absolute silence. He was calm, collected, and his breathing steady while I was an anxious, erratic breathing mess.

He walked me towards the room, pushing the door open and flicking on the lights, a strong rope smell reaching my nostrils once more.

He let go of my hand and walked towards the platform in front of the curtained section, pulling a simple chair from the corner. He turned it around before taking off his jacket and placing it on the back of the chair.  I watched him as he undid the top two buttons of his shirt. He continued by removing his cufflinks, undoing the buttons there then casually rolling up his sleeves.

I could sense my body warming up further, my teeth instantly biting down on my bottom lip as I watched bim. What is it about watching this man do this that turns me on so much? I don't even need him to be naked to have such an effect on me. Get a hold of yourself, Elena! He said non-sexual!

"Strip down to your underwear." He instructed me.

"Excuse me?" My eyes widened as I stared at him astoundingly.

What happened to non-sexual!?

"I can't carry this out with your clothes on. It requires the visual aesthetic, Amore (love)."

I sucked in a deep breath, debating with the inner demons that were itching to surface and cause me to retreat with insecurities. This man has seen you naked many times, Elena.

Finally managing to convince myself to push down my fears and anxieties, I slowly lifted the dress and pulled it over my head, chucking it onto the bed behind me. I stood there in nothing but my laced white bra and underwear.

My eyes followed him as he walked over to the curtain, drawing it across to reveal a full-length mirror behind it. My orbs instantly met those of my reflection before running over the rest of my body, stopping on certain sections to scrutinize it further.

"I don't think I -" I took a step back but he moved swiftly. He was so quick to land up in front of me, grabbing my wrists and blocking the view of my body with his own towering above me.

"Elena, please." He pleaded with me genuinely. "Trust me."

I looked up and he was doing it again. He was staring into my eyes, not once faltering his view to any other part of my body. He held my gaze firmly with his own while pushing strands of hair, on both sides of my face, behind my ears with his hands.

"The mirror is for me. I need to see what I'm doing, to see if things are properly proportioned. You don't need to look into it, ever." He reassured me.