VII

Nick and Aya tried to act like civilized people as they both stood inside the lift going to Nick's room. She busied herself by staring at their reflection in the elevator's sliding door. Her face was flushed and so was the skin just above her breasts. She was twiddling her thumbs and biting her lips, a habit she couldn't control whenever she was too nervous. Doon din niya napansin na nakatingin pala si Nick sa kanya.

"What?" her face heated when her voice cracked.

"You look so fucking delectable."

"Stop talking like that," she moaned. Hindi iyon nakakatulong sa init na nararamdaman niya.

"You don't like dirty talk?" he smirked.

Of course she likes dirty talk. Why else would she be with this man if she doesn't?

"It's just.."

"I'm making your cunt even wetter?"

"Shut up!" her face turned a bright shade of red as he stated the obvious. She had to stop talking when the elevator halted.

Bumukas ang pinto n