The hunger in his eyes fills me with terror.

The gravity of the situation hits me full force, yanking me out of my lust-filled haze. I cross my arms over my chest as the voice in my head screams ‘Not yet. I’m not ready yet!’

Nothing manages to cross my lips other than a whimper. I don’t need to say a word. When Austin’s eyes meet mine, he pulls away, leaving me emotionally relieved and physically unsatisfied. I ball my hands into fists at my side, digging my nails into my palms to avoid screaming in frustration.

“I’m running out of self-control here,” he confesses as he stands up. He lays the blanket from the back of the couch across me before he adjusts himself in his shorts. “I need to go home and take the longest cold shower of my life.”

I can’t help but laugh, the tension easing out of my body. He doesn’t seem as amused.

He picks his T-shirt up off the floor and puts it back on as he heads toward the door. With the blanket wrapped around my shoulders, I follow him. He pauses for a minute as if he’s second-guessing his abrupt departure. Part of me wants to beg him to stay.

“What do you want for dinner tomorrow?” His voice has an unbelievably sexy rasp to it. My passion-soaked brain is struggling to remember what dinner is.

Food. He’s asking you about food.

“P-pa-pizza?” I manage to stutter, more asking for confirmation that it is in fact a food item than it’s acceptable for tomorrow’s dinner.

“Too easy. Hope you’re always this easy to please,” he teases with a smirk. That smirk should be trademarked, replicated and sold to millions of lonely women around the world. No. On second thought, it’s mine. Just mine, for now at least.

“Wait, do you want your shirt back?” I open the blanket, showing him the shirt and my body underneath it. He takes me in again and lets out a ragged sigh.

I know the feeling.

“No, keep it for next time.”

I’m relieved he doesn’t want it back. It’s my new favorite outfit.

“But you should find something for yourself. Something that makes you feel sexy all on your own.”

“Something black and lacy?” I ask, remembering his earlier comment. He nods but doesn’t answer. I want to think he’s getting worked up picturing it. A girl can dream, right?

“Good night,” he croaks before heading down the hallway toward the elevator.

“Good night,” I mutter as I close the door. I know exactly what I’m going to do, and it’s not taking a cold shower.

Chapter Five

Austin

“You can’t be fucking serious,” Devin scoffs in disbelief as he spots me bench pressing.

I can’t keep the smile off my face. “As a heart attack. Chick asked me to be her sex tutor,” I answer between reps. I keep my voice even, casual. Being a sex god comes naturally to me.

“So, instead of stocking shelves at two a.m. you’re fucking some coed for cash? Please tell me she’s a troll at least.”