I gave a small nod and a forced smi

I gave a small nod and a forced smile in return. Deciding I needed a few more minutes to think, I excused myself and headed up the stairs to my old room.
Just walking through the door I felt calmer. The room had changed little since I was eighteen. Even while I was out of the country, my parents kept it virtually the same as the day I left for college. Sitting on my old bed I thought about how I’d feel if Miss Mills actually became involved with Joel. He really was a nice guy, and though I hated to admit it, there was definitely a chance they might hit it off. But the thought of another man touching her made every muscle in my body clench. I thought back to the moment in the car when I told her I couldn’t stop. Even now, with all my false bravado, I didn’t know if I could.
Hearing a renewal of greetings and Joel’s voice downstairs, I decided it was time to man up and face the music.
As I cleared the final landing, I saw her. Her back was to me . . . and the air left my lungs.
Her dress was white.
Why did it have to be white?
She was wearing some sort of girly summer thing that stopped right above the knee and showed off her long legs. The top was made of the same material, with little ribbons tying it together at the top of each shoulder. All I could think was how much I would love to pull those ribbons loose and see it all fall around her waist. Or maybe drop to the floor.
Our eyes met across the room and she smiled such a genuine, happy smile that for a second even I believed it. “Hi, Mr. Ryan.”
My lips twitched in amusement, watching her play the part in front of my family. “Miss Mills,” I replied, nodding. Our gaze never broke, even as my mother called everyone onto the patio for drinks before dinner.
As she passed, I turned my head, speaking in a voice low enough that only she could hear. “Successful shopping trip yesterday?”
Her eyes met mine, that same angelic smile on her face. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” She brushed by me, and I felt my entire body stiffen. “And by the way, a new line of garter belts came in,” she whispered before following everyone else outside.
I stopped and my jaw went slack as my mind raced back to our tryst in the dressing room at La Perla.
Up ahead, Joel leaned in close to her. “I really hope you didn’t mind the flowers I sent to your office yesterday. I admit it was a bit much, but I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.” I felt a knot tighten in my gut as Joel’s words snapped me out of my dirty daydream.
She turned back to look at me. “Flowers? Did I have flowers delivered?”
I shrugged and shook my head. “I left early, remember?” I walked by on my way outside to make myself a Belvedere vodka gimlet.
As the evening wore on, I couldn’t help but keep track of her in my peripheral vision. When dinner finally began, it was apparent that things were going relatively smoothly between her and Joel. She was even flirting with him.
“So Chloe, Mr. and Mrs. Ryan tell me you’re from North Dakota?” Joel’s voice interrupted yet another fantasy—this one of my fist hitting his jaw. I looked over to see him smiling warmly at her.
“That’s right. My dad is a dentist in Bismarck. Never was much of a big-city girl. Even Fargo felt huge to me.” A small chuckle escaped my lips, and her eyes shot to mine. “Amused, Mr. Ryan?”
I smirked as I took a sip of my drink, staring at her from above the rim. “I’m sorry, Miss Mills. I just find it fascinating that you don’t like the city, and yet you choose the third-largest city in the U.S. for college and . . . everything after.”
The look in her eyes told me that under any other circumstances, I would either already be naked with her on top of me, or lying in a pool of my own blood on the rug.
“Actually, Mr. Ryan,” she began, the smile returning to her face, “my father remarried, and since my mother was born here, I came to spend some time with her before she passed.” She stared at me for a moment and I had to admit I felt a hint of guilt twisting in my chest. It was quickly suppressed when she looked back over at Joel, biting her lip in the innocent way that only she could make look so damn sexy.
Stop flirting with him.
I clenched my fists as they continued to speak to each other. But several minutes later I froze. Could that be? I grinned into my cocktail. Yes, that was most definitely her foot creeping up my pant leg. Fucking devious little minx, touching me while carrying on a conversation with a man we both knew could never satisfy her. I watched her lips as they closed around her fork, and my cock hardened as her tongue slowly ran across them to remove the traces of marinade left behind by the fish.
“Wow, top five percent of your class at Northwestern. Nice!” Joel said and then looked over at me. “Bet you’re glad to have someone so amazing working under you, huh?”
Chloe coughed slightly, bringing her napkin up from her lap to cover her mouth. I smiled as I quickly glanced over to her and then back to Joel. “Yes, it’s absolutely amazing having Miss Mills under me. She always gets the job done.”
“Aw, Bennett. That is so sweet of you,” my mother gushed, and I watched Miss Mills’ face begin to redden. My smile vanished when I felt her foot at my crotch. Then, ever so slightly, she pressed against my erection. Holy shit. Now it was my turn to cough, choking on my gimlet.
“Are you all right, Mr. Ryan?” she asked in feigned concern and I nodded, glaring daggers at her. She shrugged and then looked back over to Joel. “So how about you? Are you from Chicago?”
With the toe of her shoe, she continued to rub gently against me and I tried to keep control of my breathing, keep my expression neutral. As Joel began telling her about his childhood and going to school with us, finally talking about his successful accounting business, I watched her expression morph from one of feigned interest to one of genuine intrigue.
Hell no.
I slid my left hand under the tablecloth and met the skin of her ankle, watching her jump slightly at the contact. I moved my fingertips in light circles, ran my thumb along the arch of her foot, feeling increasingly smug when she had to ask Joel to repeat himself.
But then he mentioned he’d like to meet her for lunch sometime this week. My hand came to cover the top of her foot, pressing it more firmly against my cock.
She smirked.
“You could spare her for a lunch break, couldn’t you, Bennett?” Joel asked with a cheerful smile, his arm resting over the back of Chloe’s chair. It took everything I had not to reach across the table and rip that arm from his body.
“Oh, speaking of lunch dates, Bennett,” Mina interrupted, tapping my arm with her hand. “You remember my friend Megan? You met her last month at the house. Midtwenties, my height, blond hair, blue eyes. Anyway, she asked for your number. You interested?”
I glanced back over to Chloe when I felt the tendons in her foot tighten, and watched her swallow slowly as she waited for my answer. “Sure. You know I prefer blondes. Might make for a nice change of scenery.”
I had to restrain from yelling out as her heel dug down and pinned my balls to my chair. Holding them there for a moment, she lifted the napkin from her lap and dabbed at her mouth. “Excuse me, I need to use the ladies’ room.”
Once she was in the house, my entire family scowled at me.
“Bennett,” Dad hissed. “I thought we talked about this.”
I grabbed my glass and brought it to my lips. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Bennett,” my mother added, “I think you should go apologize.”
“For what?” I asked, setting down my drink a little too roughly.
“Ben!” my father said sharply, leaving no room for argument.
I tossed my napkin onto my plate and pushed away from the table. I stormed through the house, searching the bathrooms on the first two floors, until finally reaching the third floor, where the bathroom door was closed.
Standing outside, my hand resting on the knob, I debated with myself. If I went in there, what would happen? There was only one thing I was interested in, and it sure as hell wasn’t apologizing. I thought about knocking but knew for a fact she wouldn’t invite me in. I listened carefully, waiting for any noise or sign of movement from inside. Nothing. Finally, I turned the knob, surprised to find it unlocked.
I’d only been in this bathroom a few times since my mother had remodeled it. It was a beautiful, modern room with a custom-built marble counter and a wide mirror covering one wall. Above the vanity table was a small window that overlooked the patio and grounds below. She was sitting on the padded bench in front of the table, staring out at the sky.
“Here to grovel?” she asked. She took the cap off her lipstick, which she carefully applied to her lips.
“I was sent to check on your delicate petal feelings.” I reached behind me to turn the lock on the bathroom door, the audible click ringing in the silent room.
She laughed, meeting my eyes in the mirror. She looked completely composed, but I could see the rise and fall of her chest; she was every bit as worked up as I was.
“I assure you, I’m fine.” She put the cap back on her lipstick and shoved it into her purse. She stood and started to move past me to the door. “I’m used to you being a prick. But Joel seems nice. I should get back downstairs.”
I put my hand on the door as I leaned closer to her face. “I don’t think so.” My lips lightly grazed under her ear, and she shuddered with the contact. “You see, he wants something that’s mine, and he can’t have it.”
She glared at me. “What year is it? Two? Let me go. I am not yours.”
“You might think that,” I whispered, my lips ghosting along the column of her neck. “But your body,” I said, running my hands under her skirt and pressing my hand against the damp lace between her legs, “thinks otherwise.”
Her eyes closed and she let out a low moan as my fingers moved in slow circles against her clit. “Screw you.”

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 1:

Aku memberikan anggukan kecil dan senyum dipaksa kembali. Memutuskan aku butuh beberapa menit untuk berpikir, saya minta diri dan menuju menaiki tangga ke kamarku tua.Berjalan melalui pintu aku merasa lebih tenang. Kamar telah berubah sedikit sejak saat aku berusia delapan belas tahun. Bahkan ketika saya berada di luar negeri, orang tua saya terus itu hampir sama seperti hari saya kiri untuk perguruan. Duduk di tempat tidurku lama saya memikirkan bagaimana aku akan merasa jika Miss Mills benar-benar menjadi terlibat dengan Joel. Dia benar-benar seorang pria baik, dan meskipun aku benci mengakuinya, pasti ada kesempatan mereka mungkin akrab. Tapi memikirkan orang lain yang menyentuh dia membuat setiap otot di tubuh saya mengepalkan. Saya pikir kembali ke saat ini di mobil ketika aku bilang aku tidak bisa berhenti. Bahkan sekarang, dengan semua kesombongan saya palsu, saya tidak tahu jika aku bisa.Mendengar pembaruan dari salam dan Joel's suara lantai bawah, aku memutuskan itu adalah waktu untuk pria dan menghadapi musik.Ketika saya dibersihkan pendaratan akhir, aku melihatnya. Kembali ke saya... dan udara ditinggalkan paru-paru.Gaun adalah putih.Mengapa hal ini harus menjadi putih?Ia mengenakan semacam hal girly musim panas yang berhenti tepat di atas lutut dan menunjukkan off kakinya yang panjang. Atas dibuat dari bahan yang sama, dengan sedikit pita yang mengikat bersama-sama di bagian atas setiap bahu. Yang dapat saya pikirkan adalah betapa aku ingin menarik pita yang longgar dan melihat semuanya jatuh pinggang. Atau mungkin jatuh ke lantai.Mata kami bertemu di seluruh kamar dan Dia tersenyum seperti asli, senang senyum bahwa untuk kedua bahkan aku percaya itu. "Hai, Tn. Ryan."Bibir saya twitched dalam hiburan, menonton dia bermain bagian di depan keluarga saya. "Miss Mills," jawabku, mengangguk. Pandangan kami tidak pernah melanggar, bahkan sebagai ibu memanggil semua orang ke teras untuk menikmati minuman sebelum makan malam.Ketika dia meninggal, aku menoleh kepala saya, berbicara dengan suara cukup rendah bahwa hanya dia bisa mendengar. "Sukses perjalanan belanja kemarin?"Matanya bertemu saya, yang sama malaikat senyum di wajahnya. "Apakah Anda ingin tahu." Dia menggosok oleh saya, dan saya merasa seluruh tubuh saya kaku. "Dan by the way, baris baru garter ikat pinggang datang," ia berbisik sebelum mengikuti orang lain di luar.Aku berhenti dan rahang saya pergi kendur sebagai pikiran saya berlari kembali ke kami kencan di ruang ganti di La Perla.Ke depan, Joel bersandar di dekat dengannya. "Saya sangat berharap Anda tidak keberatan bunga-bunga yang saya dikirim ke kantor Anda kemarin. Saya mengakui itu sedikit banyak, tapi aku sudah menanti-nantikan untuk bertemu dengan Anda." Aku merasa simpul mengencangkan di perutku sebagai kata-kata Joel's bentak saya dari lamunan saya kotor.Dia menoleh kembali untuk melihat saya. "Bunga? Apakah saya memiliki bunga yang disampaikan?"Aku mengangkat bahu dan menggelengkan kepala. "Saya meninggalkan awal, ingat?" Aku lewat di jalan di luar untuk membuat diriku Belvedere vodka gimlet.Sebagai malam hari berlalu, aku tidak bisa membantu tapi tetap melacak yang dia dalam penglihatan tepi saya. Ketika makan malam akhirnya mulai, itu adalah jelas bahwa hal itu akan relatif mulus antara dia dan Joel. Dia bahkan menggoda dengannya."Jadi Chloe, Mr dan Mrs Ryan katakan padaku kau dari North Dakota?" Joel's suara terganggu fantasi lain — ini salah satu saya tinju memukul rahang beliau. Aku menoleh untuk melihatnya tersenyum hangat padanya."Itu benar. Ayahku adalah seorang dokter gigi di Bismarck. Pernah ada banyak gadis kota besar. Fargo bahkan merasa besar bagi saya." Tertawa kecil melarikan diri bibir saya, dan matanya ditembak dengan saya. "Geli, Tn. Ryan?"Aku smirked saat aku mengambil seteguk minuman saya, menatapnya dari tepi. "Saya minta maaf, Miss Mills. Aku hanya menemukan menarik bahwa Anda tidak seperti kota, dan belum Anda memilih kota ketiga terbesar di Amerika Serikat untuk perguruan dan... semuanya setelah. "Pandangan matanya mengatakan kepada saya bahwa dalam keadaan lain, aku baik sudah akan naked dengannya di atas saya, atau berbaring dalam genangan darah saya sendiri di karpet."Sebenarnya, Tn. Ryan," ia mulai, senyum kembali ke wajahnya, "ayah saya menikah lagi, dan karena ibu saya dilahirkan di sini, saya datang untuk menghabiskan waktu dengan dia sebelum dia meninggal." Dia menatapku sejenak dan aku harus mengakui aku merasa sedikit bersalah memutar dalam dadaku. Cepat ditindas ketika dia melihat kembali Joel, menggigit bibir dengan cara yang tidak bersalah bahwa hanya dia bisa membuat terlihat begitu damn sexy.Berhenti menggoda dengannya.Aku mengepalkan tinju saya karena mereka terus berbicara satu sama lain. Tetapi beberapa menit kemudian aku membeku. Itu bisa terjadi? Aku tersenyum ke koktail saya. Ya, itu pasti kakinya merangkak naik kaki celana saya. Sialan licik sedikit perempuan cabul, menyentuh saya sambil membawa pada percakapan dengan seorang pria yang kita berdua tahu dapat pernah memuaskan dirinya. Saya menyaksikan bibirnya seperti mereka tertutup garpu nya, dan ayam saya mengeras sebagai lidahnya perlahan-lahan berlari melintasi mereka untuk menghapus jejak-jejak bumbu yang ditinggalkan oleh ikan."Wow, top lima persen dari kelas Anda di Northwestern. Nice!" Joel mengatakan dan kemudian melihat ke arahku. "Yakin Anda senang untuk memiliki seseorang yang begitu luar biasa bekerja di bawah Anda, ya?"Chloe terbatuk sedikit, membesarkan serbet nya dari pangkuannya untuk menutup mulutnya. Saya tersenyum seperti yang saya cepat menoleh kepadanya dan kemudian kembali ke Joel. "Ya, itu benar-benar menakjubkan memiliki Miss Mills di bawah saya. Dia selalu mendapatkan pekerjaan.""Aww, Bennett. Itu jadi manis dari Anda,"ibuku berkata, dan aku melihat wajah Miss pabrik mulai memerah. Saya tersenyum lenyap ketika aku merasa dia kaki di selangkangan saya. Kemudian, pernah jadi sedikit, ia ditekan terhadap ereksi saya. Kudus kotoran. Sekarang adalah giliran saya untuk batuk, tersedak saya gimlet."Apakah Anda Baiklah, Tn. Ryan?" Dia bertanya pura-pura keprihatinan dan aku mengangguk, mencolok belati padanya. Dia mengangkat bahu dan kemudian menoleh kembali ke Joel. "Jadi bagaimana tentang Anda? Apakah Anda dari Chicago?"Dengan toe Sepatu nya, dia terus menggosok lembut terhadap saya dan saya mencoba untuk tetap kontrol pernapasan saya, menjaga ekspresi netral. Joel mulai menceritakan tentang masa kanak-kanak dan pergi ke sekolah dengan kami, akhirnya berbicara tentang bisnis akuntansi sukses, saya menyaksikan nya morph ekspresi dari salah satu Pura-Pura menarik ke salah satu asli intrik.Neraka tidak ada.Saya meluncur tangan kiri di bawah taplak meja dan bertemu kulit pergelangan kaki, memandangnya melompat sedikit di kontak. Aku pindah ujung jari saya pada lingkaran cahaya, berlari ibu jari sepanjang lengkung kakinya, merasa semakin sombong ketika ia harus meminta Joel untuk mengulang dirinya sendiri.Tapi kemudian ia menyebutkan bahwa ia ingin bertemu dengannya untuk makan siang kadang-kadang minggu ini. Tangan saya datang untuk menutupi bagian atas kakinya, menekan lebih tegas melawan ayam saya.Dia smirked."Anda dapat cadangan untuk istirahat makan siang, tidak bisa Anda, Bennett?" Joel bertanya dengan senyum ceria, lengannya beristirahat melewati bagian belakang kursi Chloe. Butuh segalanya saya tidak harus mencapai seberang meja dan rip yang lengan dari tubuhnya."Oh, berbicara tentang makan siang tanggal, Bennett," Mina terganggu, penyadapan lengan saya dengan tangannya. "Anda ingat teman saya Megan? Anda bertemu bulan lalu di rumah. Midtwenties, saya tinggi, rambut pirang, biru mata. Pokoknya, dia meminta nomor Anda. Anda tertarik?"Aku menoleh kembali ke Chloe ketika aku merasa tendon di kakinya mengencangkan, dan menyaksikan dia menelan perlahan-lahan dia menunggu jawaban saya. "Pasti. Kau tahu aku lebih suka pirang. Mungkin membuat perubahan pemandangan bagus."Aku harus menahan berteriak seperti tumit nya menggali turun dan menyematkan bola ke kursi saya. Memegang mereka di sana sejenak, dia diangkat serbet dari pangkuannya dan dioleskan di mulutnya. "Maafkan saya, saya harus menggunakan ' ladies room."Setelah dia di rumah, seluruh keluarga saya merengut padaku."Bennett," ayah mendesis. "Saya pikir kita membicarakan hal ini."Aku meraih gelas dan membawanya ke bibir saya. "Saya tidak tahu apa yang Anda maksudkan.""Bennett," ibu saya menambahkan, "saya pikir Anda harus pergi minta maaf.""Untuk apa?" Saya bertanya, pengaturan turun minum sedikit terlalu kasar."Ben!" ayahku mengatakan tajam, tidak meninggalkan ruang bagi perdebatan.Aku melemparkan serbet saya ke piring dan mendorong dari tabel. Aku bergegas melalui rumah, mencari kamar mandi di lantai dua, sampai akhirnya mencapai lantai tiga, mana pintu kamar mandi tertutup.Berdiri di luar, tanganku yang bertumpu pada tombol, aku berdebat dengan diriku sendiri. Jika saya pergi di sana, apa yang akan terjadi? Ada hanya satu hal, saya sudah tertarik pada, dan itu pasti sebagai neraka tidak meminta maaf. Aku berpikir tentang mengetuk tetapi tahu fakta dia tidak mengundang saya di. Aku mendengarkan dengan seksama, menunggu untuk suara atau tanda dari gerakan dari dalam. Tidak ada. Akhirnya, aku menoleh tombol, terkejut untuk menemukan itu dibuka.I’d only been in this bathroom a few times since my mother had remodeled it. It was a beautiful, modern room with a custom-built marble counter and a wide mirror covering one wall. Above the vanity table was a small window that overlooked the patio and grounds below. She was sitting on the padded bench in front of the table, staring out at the sky.“Here to grovel?” she asked. She took the cap off her lipstick, which she carefully applied to her lips.“I was sent to check on your delicate petal feelings.” I reached behind me to turn the lock on the bathroom door, the audible click ringing in the silent room.She laughed, meeting my eyes in the mirror. She looked completely composed, but I could see the rise and fall of her chest; she was every bit as worked up as I was.“I assure you, I’m fine.” She put the cap back on her lipstick and shoved it into her purse. She stood and started to move past me to the door. “I’m used to you being a prick. But Joel seems nice. I should get back downstairs.”I put my hand on the door as I leaned closer to her face. “I don’t think so.” My lips lightly grazed under her ear, and she shuddered with the contact. “You see, he wants something that’s mine, and he can’t have it.”She glared at me. “What year is it? Two? Let me go. I am not yours.”“You might think that,” I whispered, my lips ghosting along the column of her neck. “But your body,” I said, running my hands under her skirt and pressing my hand against the damp lace between her legs, “thinks otherwise.”Her eyes closed and she let out a low moan as my fingers moved in slow circles against her clit. “Screw you.”