And that rarely the extent of these differences mix well. The surroundings make me feel gauche and I don't like that feeling at all.
"I want to go to my apartment," I inform him, cringing to one corner in the event he tries to kiss the senses from me again.
He nods at me. "I will bring you to your apartment. In due time."
"Why not now?"
"Because I want you here now. In my condo."
My heart lurched at his words. Does he mean that he wants to have sex?
He gives me another of his heart-stopping grins. "You have got a dirty mind."
"I'm not thinking about s…" I trail off realizing he hasn't mentioned the word so if I do, I would be as guilty as he thinks I am.
The elevator dings and I am relieved to get out of the cramped space with him. The elevator is actually used, bigger than most but James has a way to make any closed space feel smaller than it is.
