Page 69 of Give Me a Chance
“You’re free to stay for dinner,” Rina responds.
“Thanks, but I need some time to think this through.” I give her a hug and thank Connor on my way out.
He was right. This conversation with Rina is exactly what I needed.
I know this won’t be the last time the same thoughts bother me, but her words planted themselves inside of me, making me question my previous notions.
My whole life, I’ve been terrified of becoming my dad. As a child, I vowed to myself to treat women in my life with total respect and these new developments rocked that.
Still, Rina’s words made perfect sense. Respecting someone also means respecting their wishes and decisions.
If Connor told me the same thing, I would hear it, but wouldn’t believe it wholeheartedly. After all, how can two men talk about a woman’s experience? But hearing it from her—it meant the world. I don’t know everything about their sex life, but I know Connor is a Dominant, and she is a submissive. I also know she feels loved and respected, even when their sexual scenarios are the total opposite.
Natalie deserves the same. If I want her to open up and trust me, I need to do the same. To let go of the fear and give into what we both want.
On Monday, I come into work with a plan to show her I trust her. Unfortunately, fate has other plans, Natalie is nowhere to be seen.
“Hey, you seen Natalie?” I ask Rina, while she’s working at her desk.
“Oh, she’s at home today. She’s not feeling good.”
“Fuck, is she still in pain?”
“I think she’s better but decided to work from home.” She gives me an apologetic smile.
“Thanks.” I tap her desk and get back to mine.
After work,I grab some Thai food and head to her place. I call her up when I’m in front of her building.
“Let me in. I’m bringing presents again.” She groans into the phone, but the door buzzes and I head inside.
She opens the door, wrapped in a fluffy towel, her hair wet. I stand there dumbfounded by her. No makeup, her hair a wild mess—she’s the most beautiful thing ever.
“You good?” She smirks, noticing my gulp.
“Are you?” I motion to her belly.
“Yup, I’m better, but every once in a while, a cramp hits me, so it was more comfortable to work from home today.”
“Yeah, it makes sense.”
“Are you going to come in?” I realize I’m still standing in the doorway while she’s practically naked. The thought of someone passing by and seeing her like this makes spots appear in my vision. I unclench my jaw and enter her apartment.
“I just got out of the shower,” she says, walking towards her bedroom.
“I can see that.” I clear my throat.
“You like what you see?” She looks back at me, smirking, and I feel relieved she’s feeling better. This is the Natalie I know. Teasing, playful Natalie.
“What do you think?” I play along.
She presses a finger to her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm...I think you were willing to help me with my cramps yesterday.”
I run a hand through my hair. My dick’s already painfully hard, just from the hint of something happening.
“You sure you’re feeling better?” I check again.
She walks toward me, stopping an inch away. Our lips are practically touching when she looks directly into my eyes and says: “I’m sure.”
