He wets his lips with his pink tongue. Oh, his tongue is so slippery.

How would that feel if...

Stop it. Stop sexualizing him. You won't like it if he's sexualizing you!

Oh really? I bet you want him to sexualize you. 

Maybe it's just that he's an attractive man and I haven't been near such a delicacy in such a long time that my subconscious is sitting on its knees for him.

Gross! Ew. I didn’t just think that.

Oh, but you did!

Enough. Time to tame yourself. Watch me take control!

“Hello. I'm Charlotte Jones,” I extend my hand for him to shake.

His smoking gaze was so heavy and mean and I felt myself crumbling under the weight of it. He looked into my eyes completely disregarding my hand, it made my already soaking subconscious purr like a cat.

You wanna be his cat? Hmm.

What the actual fuck!

He moistens his lips and pokes his cheek with his tongue. He removes his right hand from his pocket as he makes a v of his index finger and thumb and pinches the plump of his lower lip softly.

After removing his hand from his lips, he brings it closer towards my extended hand. I swear his eyes change colour. Is that even possible?

Oh! So much is possible darling, provided you take your nose out of the books.

His brown eyes are liquid butterscotch.

No! Scratch butterscotch, his eyes are like bourbon and that bourbon is pouring onto my already dripping body. My groin constricts as I look at the bourbon of his eyes and his glistening plump lips.

His lips harbour a smirk now. Damnit! The bastard knows he's hot. Probably, he's used to having this effect on any woman that he just glances at, and frankly, he deserves it. I can't even stop my body from reacting. He's that good.

Or maybe you're being bad? My subconscious looks up from her half-moon spectacles.

He shakes my hand, “I’m Elliot Walter.”

Of course, you are. I mentally croon as my groin constricts again at the mere sound of his voice. Why am I being like this?

“You don't look like Elliot,” I say without thinking. Too late to take it back.

You already embarrassed yourself. Correcting it would only lead to more humiliation so just own up to that.

I control my eyes from widening because of the slip up because I already know that If I hang around this man for a long time this is bound to happen more frequently. So I don't know about the future but let him get accustomed to this beforehand so that he isn't grossed out later on.

He is injurious to my brain health.

He cocks his head to one side as his smirk deepens, “ and what exactly do I look like, Miss Jones” he motions for me to walk along with him.

Your husband! Mr. Walter.