He cleared his throat and said with sudden urgency, "What exactly did you tell her?"
He asked curiously, visibly tense as he stood up and walked closer to me, his body language betraying his concern. "Did you mention specific details?" he pressed.
I scrunched my nose in what I hoped was an innocent expression. "Well," I said, drawing out the word.
"Almost everything, I suppose. She told me that you checked my anus and my breasts because you wanted to check if I had cancer because, apparently, it can hit girls my age." I made my voice sound confused but trusting.
I explained everything to him shyly, with downcast eyes, but it was all a carefully constructed lie.
I hadn't talked to anyone except my own reflection. "Not a soul," I'd promised myself.
I can't let anyone know that my mother is a whore who's sleeping with my doctor. "This stays between us," I'd decided.
I could see the relief wash over his handsome face and, with a deep sigh that made his shoulders drop visibly, Dr. Adrian said, "Oh! That's good. Very good."
He returned to his seat looking much more relaxed. "We want to be thorough with preventative care," he added professionally.
I stood up slowly and his eyes didn't leave me for a second, tracking my movement like a hunter.
"I need more time," I said hesitantly. "I mean, I'm a virgin but... I have never been..." I let my voice tremble authentically. "I've never..."
What's wrong with me? I wondered silently. I was only pretending to be nervous but, actually, his intense eyes made me genuinely uneasy and everything suddenly felt very real and dangerous.
"Get it together," I scolded myself internally.
I tried again, stammering for effect. "I have never been..." I paused again dramatically.
I pretended I couldn't find the right words to express myself, playing the innocent despite everything I'd planned.
"You haven't been touched before?" he said helpfully, his voice dropping lower.
"Is that what you're trying to say? It's nothing to be embarrassed about." His eyes darkened with interest.
I shook my head quickly. "No," I replied with sudden confidence.
"I have actually been touched everywhere. And I'm the best at giving blowjobs." I smirked and shot him a confident look, enjoying his shocked expression.
"I've had guys beg for more," I added boldly.
His eyes narrowed and he looked as if he were trying to process what I'd just said to him, this sudden shift from shy virgin to experienced seductress.
The shock of it made him visibly angry for a moment, his jaw tightening, but I could see he was still intrigued by me because I remained a virgin despite my experience.
"You're full of surprises," he muttered.
I stepped closer and leaned on the desk in front of him, deliberately invading his personal space.
I posed seductively, ruffled my hair like I'd seen actresses do in movies, and said in a husky voice, "I give the best blowjobs ever. Men have literally cried afterward."
I licked my lips slowly. "But... no one has affected me with their touch in the way that you have. You made me feel things I've never felt before."
I leaned closer to his face, close enough to smell his expensive cologne, and said, "That is why I have to go now, before I do something I might regret. I can't let myself lose my virginity to someone I don't know well. Even if it means that I never learn how to masturbate properly..." I let my voice trail off suggestively.
I stood up straight and waltzed slowly in the direction of the door, counting each step. I was waiting for his move, certain it would come.
Suddenly, his hand reached past me and locked the door decisively. He said in a low voice, "Let's talk at least, get to know each other better. How about dinner tonight?"
He raised his eyebrows and waited for my reply, confident in his appeal.
I chuckled lightly, as if considering his offer. "Yes, sure. I would love to," I said with a shy smile, as if he'd won me over. "I am pretty hungry."
He grabbed his jacket and his suitcase smoothly and we walked to the elevator together, his hand hovering near the small of my back but not quite touching me.
Once we were in the parking lot, he saw me to my car and asked with sudden suspicion, "Is that your car? The silver BMW?"
I nodded casually. "It is. Do you like it? Graduation present from my dad." I ran my fingers along the hood.
I had forgotten that my mother used to take my car out sometimes and that he might have recognized it from their meetings.
In order to distract him from making any connections, I said quickly, "Can I ride with you instead? I'm so tired after a long day and I don't want to drive. Plus, I've had a glass of wine earlier." I twirled my keys nervously.
He nodded and walked in front of me in the direction of his black Porsche, which gleamed under the parking lot lights.
When we got there, he opened the door for me like a real gentleman, and I could suddenly see why so many women fell for him! "Your chariot awaits," he said with a charming smile.
As I sat in the passenger seat, I caught a smell of his shirt as he leaned across me to adjust something, and my hormones went unexpectedly crazy.
"I like that smell," I said truthfully, my defenses slipping. "I could see you on top of me.... But..." I caught myself, realizing I was getting carried away.
He cleared his throat and pulled himself back abruptly. "But what?" he wondered, his hand pausing on the ignition.
"But it is too bad," I said with theatrical regret. "I'm scared that I might fall in love with you if we get too close, and I have no interest in relationships, let alone love. Been there, done that, got the emotional scars."
I tossed my hair. "For now, I just want to be me: a spicy virgin with a touch of attitude who calls her own shots."