Fifty-one: Storm of questions

Blanchè Hotel

I couldn't think of something to tell him. His tone had no hint of malice in it. My mind went through several things that could happen, most of them us ending down the bed.

I was shaking and my teeth was gritting. My brows felt damp and I could tell sweat was forming up there. My mouth was dry and my heart was about to explode out of my chest. The fur jacket did little to ease my tension and to make matters worse Lucian wasn't even doing anything.

As soon as he closed the door , he merely asked me where he was at the conversation. Because I said nothing he then asked if there was anything I needed. When I shook my head he just moved away and poured himself a drink.

You're so silly Krista, I told myself. Why on earth did I thought he meant something sexual? That was just a fleeting question. He's obviously not dying to get in bed me. With his looks he could just snap his fingers and the ladies outside would come running on all fours.

I sighed.