Dominate me by Julia Romush (most read books txt) 📖

The degree of our meeting was heating up.  

What if I don't want to talk at all? Should I say nothing? I was already racing forward at full speed, and it was hard for me to stop.  

Stupidly, it was as if I had nothing to lose, not him. As if I had options at least add up. Only in our situation it was Artem who could. 

"And you have nothing to say?". Finally, the man looked me in the eye, "I see that you have long been looking for a moment to speak ... just my advice to you: first think about whether it's worth it ..."  

Not quite sure which it was he who made sense of it, but I heard him say, "You need me more than you need me, so you better not take any chances. You say it once - it will be the last time for you."  

And I'd rather express myself the way he wanted to hear, rather than throw in his face what I really thought.  

"That's why I said from the beginning that I'm fine", it became harder and harder to restrain myself. However, as always next to him.  

But ... if a couple of years ago I could allow freedom and light rudeness, now I really tried to go into what I said. Or did not speak. I filtered.  

"You didn't understand me", Artem was unhappy again. This is a surprise. I started to get angry, but kept everything inside. It all reminded me of a theater of absurdity. "I don't want you to leave the conversation in this way, I want you to build it so that ... " 

"... it was pleasant and comfortable for you to communicate with me", I finished thinking for him. And, apparently, I did it right, because Artem nodded. 

"So I'll ask again: how was your day?"  
 

"It went ... weird", I began to pick up the words, "I'm not quite I understood why I was at the doctor's today ..."  

"Because you're a virgin", as if it explained something to me. Thank you, I was aware all this time. But I didn't say that, I just smiled, "and I needed to make sure you were healthy."  

"Convinced?". The question is where anger and irritation are intertwined. But since it was seasoned with a smile, Artem did not notice my condition. Or pretended  that did not notice.  
 

"Yes, but I wouldn't delve into this topic at lunch."  

"Why? Very interesting topic. You're not shy, so am not too". I, as a badly brought up girl and not being ashamed of it at all, put my elbows on the table and rested my chin on my palms. "In connection with what, I have a counter question to you: and I can see your certificates?"  

And right here so sweetly clapped eyelashes. Now just drank water. Apparently, I didn't choose the best time for my trick, because from what I heard, the man suddenly began to spray the contents of the glass right in front of me.  

"I don't understand what surprised you so much", I portrayed sincere surprise, "we are adults, and what we are discussing now is ... this life ..." 

"Well, if you are such an adult, as you say", the man quickly came to myself, "then I would prefer not to discuss, but to go straight to affairs..."