Romans & histoires Desire Gentleman

“Well, I’ve been looking at you since you walked into the mall. And when that guy spilled water on you, the way you handled the situation with such calmness and composure…that’s the kind of woman I like.” I looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Well… thank you, but I’m already taken.” He let out a quiet sigh. “That’s a disappointment,” he said. “I mean, I wouldn’t go through all the stress of interrupting that guy, showing you where the restroom is, and offering a 50% discount, just for you to tell me this. Would I?” My stomach tightened. Something in his gaze seemed darker now. He wasn't that nice, gentlemanly Dennis I thought he was. My mind screamed in panic.

I question, and silence follows. "There are many ways I can help your prayers get answers. We just have to agree on one. Besides, dear, what is your desire? "The man's slow voice replies, and I smile and shut my eyes. "My desire... It's to be beautiful. Mindlessly flawless... To stun all those who've looked down on me. "I reply, and the man on the other end of the call draws a deep breath. "That smells delightful... "He says, and my heart skips a beat.

She trembled in his arms with the force of her hunger for him. "It would be very badand very good." He braced one arm on the other side of her as he leaned even farther over the bed. "But I promised I would be a gentleman." Gillian's body was already humming at the thought of him kissing her again. There was something about him that deprived her of good sense. A gentleman who had a wild side, a gentleman who loved deeply and fought madly to protect those he cared about, including her.

We were in the big conference room, whiteboards covered in notes, laptops open, takeout containers scattered across the table. We’d been going back and forth for an hour about the closing line of the TV spot. “It’s too much,” I said for the third time, leaning back in my chair. “It’s going to come off desperate.” “It’s supposed to feel desperate,” he shot back, not looking up from his screen. “That’s the point. Desire isn’t polite.” “Desire also isn’t alienating half the audience.” He finally looked at me, eyes tired but sharp. “You think sex sells by being polite?”

I said slowly, “is it about emotional connection… or physical desire?” Jeff paused. Just slightly. Then he answered carefully. “It can be interpreted both ways.” I hummed softly, pretending to think. “And what about forbidden attraction?” His eyes lifted from the page. “Forbidden?” he repeated. “Yes,” I said innocently. “Like when someone wants something they know they probably shouldn’t.” The silence stretched for a moment then Jeff closed the book gently. “That interpretation,” he said slowly, “would depend on context.” My heart fluttered. Oh yes.

Jenna entered the place was illuminated until she opened another door where it was dimly lit, she entered and saw standing a very strong man, tall with a beautiful body, but he stood where a red heart was and heard "Miss Angel of Desire, you can complete your cycle with the Lord God of Sex who will be motionless until you do what you must do as instructed." Then she looked at him admiring that body that had her crazy of itself, she approached walking very slowly but very sensual, she came closer and the aroma of the most delicious perfume reached her, she observed those eyes that looked at her already with lustful desire, she felt hot very hot, she proceeded very slowly to put her hands on h

Ying nodded in understanding and walked away. “Who was that man that just came here? Is he your lover? He’s so handsome” They all asked one question after the other and it was difficult for Desire to answer them all. They hadn’t even allowed her to move an inch or sit. They all were eager to hear her story. “He’s not my lover and don’t let our master hear you say that. He’s our master’s very good friend and he’s a nice person but no, he’s not my lover” Desire explained strictly and the girls nodded.

“You don’t seem to know anyone here. I saw you talking with Mr. Bruno earlier, which suggests you might have some connection. He probably got you in.” “I know him,” I admit. “Alright,” he says, nodding slightly. “So, why are you really here?” “I wanted to be around people like you,” I say. “People I admire. People I envy. Wealthy individuals.” “Is that the truth, Desiree?” “Yes,” I answer. “Is it really?” “Yes.” “One last time, and I don’t like liars. Is that why you’re here?” This man. He just can’t let it go. He probably wants to see me cry. I can see the challenge in his eyes, the way he’s waiting for me to crumble. Wait, would crying work? Is crying seductive?

She begged and he sat down, she sat on his lap and cleared her throat. “So, what do you want to know?” She asked with a smile and Draven stared at her for a few seconds before turning to the blueprints. “Why did you say I will get caught according to that plan?” He asked and she smiled before turning to the prints. “Okay, pay attention. The first thing you should know about Mr Harrison’s Noble’s Building is that it looks huge on the outside but inside it is not. He only opens it twice a week. Firstly, a day for the cleaning of the building by his most trusted workers and secondly, the day he sells some of his jewels. There are only certain people he lets into this building for the purchase.”

He genuinely wants me, and tonight, he's going to seduce me. I should demand to be taken back to my room, but the bored, tired and very attracted to my mate part of me wants to see how far this is going to go. "You're greatly overestimating how much I want you," I note, tracking him with my gaze as he approaches me. He has this arrogant slant to his lips, slowly pulling off his gloves. "Am I?" My teeth clench together to the point of pain. I could win this exchange by walking from this room, and yet, I remain rooted in my spot, as intrigued as I am bothered.