My gaze dropped to his d**k bulging underneath his joggers.
“You were expecting me?” I asked.
“I said your name because I know we want each other,” he said.
My thigh clenched.
“Come in,” he said, opening the door wider.
I stepped in slowly, my bare feet brushing against the cold wooden floor. His apartment smelled like spice and smoke, something musky that clung to the air and wrapped around my senses. It was warm and dimly lit, a single lamp casting a soft amber glow over the deep grays and blacks of his furniture. There were plants in the corners, some vines trailing from hanging pots by the windows. The place was cleaner than I expected. Lived in, but not chaotic.
My eyes flicked to the couch, to the floor, to the space around us. There was no sign of any woman. No clothes, no win
