"Do you want cream?"
"Oh, a pee fetish and a food fetish too? Kinky." Despite the fact he was still reminding me of that fateful night at the club, I let out a traitorous laugh. "You'll be lucky if you ever find out what I really like in bed, Roman...
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Six days passed after I left her home that morning and for those six days all I could think about was her - especially while I was working.
It wasn't part of my plan to go to her house that day. Actually, it went against my plan of staying away from women completely after I came out of prison.
But I couldn't help it.
I could tell she was upset by what happened at the school, but I guess that was just the excuse I needed.
It wasn't hard for me to find out her address and when Alex left me to go back to the woman he was previously with, I was left with the choice of going home to be alone with my thoughts or paying her a visit just for fun.
I guess I thought it would be a chance just to get her out of my system. I assumed we would sleep together or she would shut me down and kick me out, ending any kind of 'relationship' that we could have had - then I would have moved on.
So I didn't expect to stay with her, at all.
I also didn't expect to have the connection that I had with her. She was so easy to be around, so freaking easy to talk to. It felt like I'd known her for a long time even though I really hadn't.
So for the next six days I tried to focus on the work that I was doing with Alex and Lucero, now that he was back, but all I could think about was Isadora.
I also texted her for the first time. We texted a little, which was just me sending her texts that I hoped would annoy her because her reactions were amusing to say the least. The only other kind of contact I had with her was through Alex when he told me that she mentioned me at the gym.
I could tell he was suspicious of my relationship with her, especially considering I was so adamant I wanted to stay away from women for the foreseeable future.
If he knew I stayed at her house overnight, or that I slept in her bed, I'd never hear the end of it.
The sound of someone knocking on my bedroom door caused me to flinch as I came out of my bathroom with my towel wrapped around my waist after my shower.
"Roman?" I heard Alex's voice through the door and I glanced over at the makeshift bed I'd made on my bedroom floor.
To my knowledge no one knew how badly I was screwed up by my trip to prison. I tried to keep everything to myself - the nightmares, the way I was sleeping, my anxiety and panic attacks.
Well, I guess Isadora knew. She only asked me about the nightmares but I guess now that I knew she remembered that night at the club, I assumed she also remembered the panic attack.
Alex knocked on my bedroom door again causing me to release a sigh. I dimmed the lights before I opened the door, barely allowing him to see past me.
"What?" Instead of answering me like a normal person, his eyes roamed over my exposed tattooed chest and he smirked at me. "Okay, if you insist. But I have to warn you, I get performance anxiety in front of really good looking men."
