Mr. King [Book 1]

Twenty-Four

"Do you... have you..." Katherine began, stammering like an idiot. She knew what she wanted to ask him, but wasn't sure how to ask him. It was a personal question and she didn't know how he would react to it.

"What is it, Miss Mason?" Mr. King asked, eyeing her as he sat at the island counter eating his dinner.

"Just... nothing," she conceded, waving it off as she went back to wiping down the countertops.

"Katherine," he urged, causing her to pause what she was doing and close her eyes tightly. He wasn't going to let her drop it now. She shouldn't have said anything.

"What is it?" He insisted as she turned around to face him.

"It's nothing. It was personal and inappropriate... and I... I shouldn't have even said anything," she told him, barely even able to make eye contact with him as her cheeks burned hot.

He set his fork down on his plate as his gaze on her darkened.

"As I recall, what we did in my office earlier was quite personal, and dare I say, inappropriate," he reminded, making her insides flutter with excitement.

What they did in his office earlier was one of the most erotically pleasing moments of her life. To be fucked up against a wall like that... Jesus Christ. Just thinking about it made her body tingle.

"Um... I was just... I was wondering if you... I know you like to..."

"Miss Mason," he interrupted.

She looked up into his steely brown eyes, wondering why he would stop her when he was so adamant on her telling him what she was thinking.

"Take a breath. Think about what you want to ask, and then ask it," he told her evenly.

"Sorry," she said quietly, bowing her head, feeling timid in an instant.

"Katherine, I'm not scolding you. I'm trying to help you," he replied, his voice soft.

She looked up at him, feeling vulnerable, only to find sincerity in his eyes. Her stomach fluttered as warmth filled her heart.

Why did she become a swooning moron every time he showed the slightest bit of compassion? It was the bare minimum he could do and it was like she was mesmerized over it. It wasn't like he was Prince Charming or anything. He was far from it. Yet, she felt so much adoration every single time. It was quite pathetic.

"Sorry. I stammer when I'm nervous," she told him, hoping she didn't look as dumb as she felt.

"You don't have to apologize," he replied, his eyes never leaving hers.

"We just don't talk... about this kind of stuff and I'm just... curious," Katherine told him honestly.

"What kind of stuff?" He asked, looking confused.

"Sex," she said finally, watching him, wondering if he'd show any type of emotion. But in true fashion, he did not.

"What are you curious about?"

"You-You like to... to be in control..."

"I do," he agreed with a nod.

"Well, have you ever been with someone who... who took control?" She asked finally, "Like, you know, sexually?"

He paused to think about it for a moment, which really made her wonder how many partners he had if he needed to take time out to think it over before he answered.

But how could she judge him? She knew if she was having the type of sex she was having with him lately, then she would've had way more sex during her lifetime. She had never been with anyone near Mr. King's caliber, and she knew when it inevitably ended with him, she would be searching for that feeling for the rest of her life.