Author: ROXY QUEEN
Genre: EROTIC ROMANCE
With his assistance she must embark on a journey to conquer her fears by allowing herself to discover feelings of pleasure, the power of her body and the thrill of sex.
With each revelation they sink deeper into one another, merging into the otherâs lives in and outside their protective bubble.
Thereâs only one goal. One objective and together theyâll break new ground, layer by layer, until Audreyâs exposed.
âIâm such a loser,â I mumble to myself, and twist the doorknob.
A man hops up from the love seat when I enter. He has dark hair and a defined, closely shaved jaw. Heâs handsome, definitely not smelly or gross, and strangely familiar.
âHave we met before?â I blurt, trying to place him.
âUmâ¦ I donât think so,â he says, flashing a heart-stopping smile. His eyes meet mine and theyâre bluer than blue. Henry Cavill.
âOh, I saw you going up the elevator last week.â
âRight. Of course, I remember that,â he says with an even brighter smile. Adorable dimples appear on his cheeks. He holds out his hand. âYou were loitering in the lobby. Iâm Graham.â
I remember why Iâm here and my face burns, surely, turning bright red. I take his hand anyway and say, âAudrey.â
âRight,â I repeat feeling like an idiot.
âWould you like to sit down?â he asks.
âI guess so, thanks.â I take the same spot as the other day but this time I sit in the middle, hoping he doesnât try to sit next to me. What am I doing here?
Graham sits across from me and says, âI know this is all new for you, but please donât be uncomfortable. Dr. Markson has told me all about your situation and I just want to help. I think together we have a really good chance of defeating your anxiety.â
His speech is so sincere and heâs giving me the most empathetic smile. I want to die of humiliation. Covering my face with my hands, I groan. âOh God, this is so embarrassing.â
âBecause you know Iâm a defective misfit; and youâre here to help me with something I never share with anyone. Like ever, yet youâre just talking about it like its normal.â
âItâs your normal,â he says.
âYeah. Whatever.â I cross my arms over my chest and nervously look around the room, anywhere but at him. I notice a small black journal on the coffee table. âWhatâs that?â
âThose are our instructions and guidelines for the day.â He picks the book up, and says, âWant me to read them?â
My stomach burns from anxiety. I want run from the room and never look back. âI guess we may as well see what this is all about.â