I strip out of my underwear before tiptoeing into the shower. I reach my hand out and glide it through to feel the pouring water splash delicately onto my fingers, making sure that it's just the right temperature. I like when the water is cold. In an attempt to avoid getting my braids wet, I push out my chest and feel the droplets of water run down my bare skin. I reach for the body wash and it smells exactly like him...it's a strong and musky scent...very irresistible... very delicious.

When I'm finished, I grab one of the towels and dry myself quickly while I walk back into the bedroom and start to peruse through his closet. As expected, he seems painfully organized, almost as if hes OCD. All of his shirts are hung on the same make of wooden hangers in order and according to colour. I pick out a black t-shirt and poke my head through the top of the t-shirt.

Is it a collar? Or is it a head hole? I have no idea. Long story short, I put on his shirt and the soft material makes my skin tingle.

I look into the mirror and make the daring decision to let my braids free. They feel heavy and I look...different but, I like the feeling. Something about being around Mr. Grayson makes me feel differentliberated even. When Im around him its like staring at the sun. It stings but its a hell of a rush.

"Wow", I croak as I step into Mr. Graysons dining room, dressed in only a t-shirt. I feel a breeze on my lower ass that I now realize is hanging out, and my hard nipples poke through the thin fabric of the t-shirt. The table is full of food; bacon, eggs, waffles, French toast and freshly baked scones. He didn't strike me as the cooking type.

"Surprised?", he asks me if hes reading my mind while he brings two plates to the table.

I nod my head and smile. "You just don't really look like a man that's good around the kitchen"

"And you don't look like a woman that's good around sleeping with her professor", he challenges. I can't tell if he's joking but I hope that he is because that statement makes me uncomfortably nervous.

"You should keep my shirt. It looks a lot better on you", he swallows and clenches his jaw, "Also your hair. I like it. It's nice like that"

"Thank you", is all I can think of saying

He gestures towards one of the chairs. "Please....sit"

"Where would you like me to sit?", I ask

"Sit across from me", he commands and I do just that.

I watch him closely while he fixes me a plate and passes it over to me. He starts to pour himself some fresh coffee while I take my first bite...the food is delicious.

"How do you like your coffee?", he asks me

"Oh, thats fine...I'll just have yours when you're done with it"

"What?", he cocks his head to the side.

"Its just, I noticed that you never finish your coffee and well, I kind of like to drink where you've already drank so... I don't mind just having yours when you've gotten enough of it"

"Is that some kind of fetish?", he asks nonchalantly

"I don't think so"

"Well do you have one?", he asks, "fetish—I mean—"

I mull over it for a second... I definitely have a fetish. Well, not so much a fetish more of just a turn on. Look at me, using phrases like turn on. Who am I?

"Not really. If I were to have one though, I guess it would be you", I say, wrinkling my nose

"I would be your fetish?"

"You would be my fetish", I reply quietly and notice him arching an eyebrow at me. "Is that strange?"

He shakes his head. "Tell me about your family Nailea. Where are you from? Do you have siblings? Are you close with your family?"

Why does he care so much? By now you would expect him to want me to sit on his face or something of that nature, but instead, he wants to get to know me? This is beginning to feel more like a relationship than an affair. Anyway, what was the question again?

"Well, I'm from a little town just a few miles away called Echo Creek. It's the sort of, white picket fence town where everyone knows everyone and talks about each other behind their backs and well, it's hard to keep secrets. I don't know if I have siblings on my fathers side. I might but as far as I know, I'm my mothers only child.... oh, and, fairly.... Im fairly close to my mother. She's really my only family"

His eyes close and it almost seems as if he's soaking all the information that Ive just told him in. Almost as if he's memorizing it taking notes or something. I should find that weird but instead, I find it intriguing.

"Where is your father now? Are your parents divorced?", he asks me suddenly after the long silence between the two of us.

"Uh...I dont really know where my father is. He left us when I was younger andI guess Ive just never really gone looking for him"

"We all have disgusting fathers, don't we?", he grins

"I suppose so"

"So, is this your second degree?", he swerves the conversation once more.

"No. What would make you think that it is?"

"Well, it's just that by now, most people your age would be leaving college not starting their second year", he says

Oh, is he judging me? Maybe, making fun?

"I took some time off after I graduated high school. I got an internship at the local insane asylum back home", I explain, "I was there for almost three years"

"Insane asylum?", he seems shocked. "Do you like crazy people Miss Tembo?"

I shrug. "Maybe I do"

"I have a class to get to. Here", he hands me his cup of coffee that's only half way done. I wonder why he doesn't finish. Maybe it's some superstitious thing? Part of his whole complex maybe? I take a sip from his cup and my eyes close involuntary as my lips leave the side of the mug to swallow. I look up at Mr. Grayson once the liquid glides down my throat and I notice him breathing heavily. Oh, have I excited him?

"Have you ever had sex on a table Nailea?", he asks me impassively. Causing me to gulp.

"No Xavier"

He drops the tone of his voice and narrows his eyes. Finished with the conversation and all the questions, he corrects me sternly. "Call me Mr. Grayson"

Damn. Guess who's moist.

"No....Mr. Grayson", I correct myself, "I have never had sex on a table"

"Shall we change that today?", he winks at me, slipping out of his chair and undoing the buttons of his shirt. Oh, My. I awkwardly remain seated and flip my braids over my shoulder. Its not long before hes hovering over me. He picks me up swiftly and seats me down at the edge of the kitchen table. He tugs roughly at the back of my neck and shoves his tongue through my teeth. He pulls away and peels off his shirt as I do mine simultaneously. Like magnets, our mouths find their ways back to one another.

"Remember how loud you scram my name last time? Lets go even higher this time", he murmurs into my mouth.

Now, lets have some fun shall we?

***

Daisy is in awe as I sum up my entire breakfast with her. She gasps and giggles while sipping from her water bottle and swinging her legs simultaneously from on top of the kitchen counter. Shes still lathered in sweat from her 'workout' with Chase a few minutes ago.

"So, wait, you mean to tell me that the two of you just decided to have sex? Right on top of his wife's freaking dining room table?!", curiosity oozes through her. I'm not shocked by all the questions; she is a journalist in the making after all.

"Im still just as shocked as you are", I blush and I feel my nose wrinkle. "I cant help it Daisy. Im just a whole entirely different person when Im around him. He's just such a rush of adrenaline almost like a drug. Like some kind of temporary high and it just Feels. So. Good."

"Yeah, I don't blame you girl, I'm sure he is. I mean, he has this whole Christian Grey complex going on and I like it", Daisy says

"Honestly? So, do I", I sigh.

"Oh man, Nai, this is golden! I'm actually kind of jealous that you're the one having this affair. Hey, maybe your dirty little professor would be down for a three-some? I know I would", she jokes. Well, at least I think she's joking. It's hard to tell with Daisy.

I roll my eyes playfully.

"Do you think he's going to like, fall in love with you?", she asks curiously

"Don't be silly Daisy. I'm nothing more than an affair...a secret. We are nothing more than an affair." Even as those words leave my lips, I know that deep down I don't believe them a hundred percent.

I'd be lying if I said that I don't find myself fantasizing about what it would be like to have Xavier Grayson all to myself. He would fall in love with me and leave his wife. We'd move far away...to Milan maybe, or even Paris...just to say that we did it. We would get married and start a family with however many kids he wants, maybe even adopt a pet. And we would sleep in the same bed ever single night, loving each other endlessly.

"You never really know", Daisy says, snapping me back to reality, "I mean, he so easily wanted to screw you. Maybe he's had his eye on you all this time and he was just waiting for you to fall for him"

"Yeah well, I highly doubt that"

Do you though? My subconscious asks me.

"And when will you be telling our dear sweet fragile little Kayden about all of this?"

"Kayden? Why would I tell him?"

"Because, Nai, he so obviously is madly in love with you. Telling him this would absolutely kill him", she snorts, "But on the other hand, maybe if you told him about your Illicit love affair with Grayson, he'd get over this sad crush"

I cringe at the thought of Kayden Hossler and I ever being in a relationship. He's sweet and all but, more of in a brotherly, boy next door kind of way. On the other hand, Xavier Grayson is a Greek god of a MAN. I want a man not a boy next door...I need a Xavier Grayson not a Kayden Hossler.

"Anyway, last question", she jumps off the counter. "Do you think you'll fall in love with him?"

I bite my lip. "Never say never, right?"