One word, one gesture. That was all I needed. Give me a sign, Sir. Show me you want me.
The door opened and I saw his shoes first and then his trousers though I didn’t dare lift my gaze up to his face. I hadn’t earned it, not yet. He was still dressed as if he’d just come back from his dinner meeting. I felt his presence take over my senses – sight, sound and everything in between, conquering every moment of doubt that I’d dared to entertain. He stood before me, towering like the king that he was. I felt his finger under my chin, tilting my face upward.
He said my name and I felt my chest swell with pride. He’d opened the door for me. The butterflies in my stomach fluttered to life and desire settled between my legs. “You’re on time.”
Then he withdrew his hand and held it out towards me, palm up. “Come,” he said.
And I did.