Free Unworthy by Elaine May Page A

can feel the sweat begin to pool at my brow. I look up and Samuel has finished his meal and is looking at me as if he has asked me a question.
         “What do you think?” He’s looking at me with a questioning stare.
         “What?” He just smiles at me like the way I am acting around him is what he expects and he is happy about it.
         “Will you accept my offer?” Oh God, how I want to accept his offer, I just don’t know how I will survive it without destroying myself in the process. The more I think about it, though, it could really help me prove everyone wrong and that’s what my main goal is.
         “I need to think.” I say as I nod my head. He gives me that boyish look again and another part of the wall around my heart seems to melt away. He stands up and holds out his hand for me while he says.
         “Let’s get you home, sweet cheeks.” It’s not till we are out in the cold air that I think about what he said. Did he just call me Sweet Cheeks?
    Does he have a nickname for me already?
    I’m in trouble.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    SAMUEL
     
         I can’t help, but keep looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She’s so beautiful and the crazy thing is she has no idea how beautiful she is and what she’s doing to me. I don’t think I really know either, but to be fair that’s half the fun.
         When we leave the restaurant I manage to call my driver so he can drive us back to her home. I already know her address and from the research I know it’s not a nice area, but I ask her for it anyway and she says, with reluctance it seems. I carry on watching her and her whole body is tense and on guard as if she expects something bad to happen. Don’t worry, sweet cheeks, you’re safe with me. I still want to see her in my bed, but there is a much greater need to know her overruling my bed.  I would have loved to have asked Grace to come back to my hotel room, but after our encounters I know that is the wrong path to take. I still want her, I desperately want her, but for some strange reason unbeknown to myself I want to see her happy and content. As I watch her sitting uncomfortably in the limo with me I can tell there are many layers to this girl and if I want to have my way with her then I am going to have to work hard at it. I can see it won’t be a problem, she is actually fun to be with when she isn’t so scared of the world and I know she is affected by me. When we first entered the restaurant I thought she was going to run out on me again, but I had managed to calm her down, I got real close to her and I could feel her whole body shiver at the closeness. Her scent was like flowers and it did crazy things to my cock. I can still feel the big guy struggling being so near her. It will all be worth it come the end when I could feel her walls contracting around me.
          I look away from the window and I can see she is doing that crazy shit with her wrist again, why does she do it? Has she been hurt in the past and that’s the only way she can cope? At that thought I feel instantly mad and I want to protect her from further hurt or pain. Shit where did that come from? I gently place my hand over the top of hers so she can’t keep pulling that band and I feel her stiffen at my touch, even though there’s a slight flush to her cheeks. I love her cheeks; I love how they look when she smiles. I look out the window again and I can see that we are driving through a rough part of the city. I know her area isn’t nice but please tell me she doesn’t live here, but my worst fears are confirmed when the driver is pulling up to some outdated four storey houses. I don’t even know if you could call them houses. I wouldn’t ask my worst enemy to live in one of these, but the driver is opening the door on her side so she can get out and I follow