Dangerous Charm

She moves to the edge of the bed and looks back over her shoulder at him, looking at her. His eyes trace the line of her naked shoulder. Not for the first time he wonders about how her skin tone matches his almost perfectly. His gaze wonders down the curve of her spine and takes in the narrowing of her hips. She speaks but while lost in admiring her body he didn’t hear what she said.

“Coffee?” she repeats. “Could I get you some? Are you hungry?” He doesn’t respond. But he does smile at her. A disarmingly warm smile. And she realized that it was that smile that got her into his bed the night before. His smile, his knowledgeable hands, his expert tongue. His charm.  She wonders if he could see the goose bumps she feels when thinking of the night they had.

But he has no idea how that smile cracks her heart in two, for what was just a night of wild sex to him was a night of intense love and passion to her. He has no idea how dangerous his charm is. He couldn’t know. Because if he knew, it would mean he wields it in the most mercenary manner to get what he wants.

Swallowing down the lump in her throat she grabs a sheet to cover herself as she gets up from the bed. Covered up she feels a little calmer, but needs to escape the room before she blurts out how badly it hurts to love him.

Outside the bedroom door, wrapped up in a bed sheet, she realized that he didn’t answer her about the coffee. And as she enters the kitchen she also realized that she was in his house, in his kitchen and that she had no clue where the coffee was.