Chapter 8. At His House

Claire’s POV

My eyes widened in panic and I looked around helplessly wondering why he was taking me to his bedroom. “I don’t need to go to your bedroom. Just put me down, you creep,” I protested, struggling to get down, but he just chuckled and held me tightly. 

“There’s no need to get so worked up. It’s the only place that has furniture to sit on,” he told me and I gulped the panic away. Oh, was he telling me the truth?

“Oh, but I can sit on the floor,” I said, making him roll his eyes. He took me to his room and put me down and encircled me in his arms. 

“Why are you so nervous? Don’t worry, I will make love to you only when you’re ready. I just brought you here to spend some time together, getting to know each other well,” he said. His devilish eyes gazed at me determinedly while I was hypnotized by him.

I couldn’t relax. What did he mean by that? He finally released me and went to get his laptop while I sat on his bed wide-eyed and wary.