I let out a soft moan into Ben's mouth, and I could feel his smile against my lips. I was so lost in the moment that I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers through his gorgeous, silky hair, but Ben suddenly stopped me and took my hands, locking them around the back of my head. He abruptly broke away. I gazed at him in utter perplexity, questioning the reason for his pause. However, my attention was soon captured by the playful sparkle in his stunning emerald orbs. Without uttering a single word, he drew closer and pressed his lips against my neck. The faint whispers of the tub water provided a gentle soundtrack, but my entire being was consumed by the sensation of his mouth against my flesh.

"Mr. Hunter," a voice echoed through the bathroom, abruptly interrupting a private moment between Ben and me.

"Shit!" Ben swore, pressing his lips against my skin. With a deep sigh, he reluctantly moved away from me. His gaze fixated on the nearby bathroom door as if he could peer through it.

“Who is that?” I asked curiously.

"That is my assistant," responded Ben. "I seem to have lost track of time. Claire is incredibly punctual."

I let out a frustrated exhale. "Is it so terrible to just be five minutes late?" I grumbled.

With a smirk on his face, Ben gazed in my direction and let out a light laugh. "I always make a point to be punctual as well; as a businessman, every minute counts. Time wasted is money lost."

"Isn’t that your ego speaking or perhaps simply greed?" I asked, leaning closer to him.

I marvelled at his perfect physique. Each contour of his chest and abs was sculpted to perfection. I could not resist the temptation to run my hand over his smooth skin, feeling the strength of his muscles underneath. My fingers continued their exploration. Tracing up to his neck and finally through his hair, which was just as soft and flawless as the rest of him. I could not resist grabbing a handful of his hair, causing a deep grunt to escape from Ben's lips. His bold and sinful eyes held me in place. Without averting my gaze, I delicately stuck out my tongue and tenderly caressed his lips before tracing them over my own. His intense gaze deepened, signalling that he was equally aroused by the sensual exchange.

“Honestly, I just want you to eat me up,” I murmured, empowered by his piercing stare. "It happens to be my birthday today, after all."

Ben's lips twisted into a devious grin as he drew me nearer. His hands eagerly wandered over my back. He leaned in, locking my lips with his in a ravenous embrace. His tongue boldly discovered every crevice of my mouth. I was in utter disbelief at the euphoria coursing through me, being desired and longed for by such a captivating man.

"Rest assured," Ben said to me. “We shall pick this up later.”

His words were precisely what I wanted to hear. "I will hold you to your word," I declared firmly. "And I will not tolerate any further interruptions."

With a sly grin, Ben replied, "As you wish, my little Thalia."

Ben stepped out of the bathtub; his toned muscles flexed, and I could not take my gaze off of him. He was butt-naked. Everything was exposed to my hungry eyes. He was like a freaking Greek God or something eternal. He had those broad shoulders that led down to a tight waist and strong legs. When my eyes travelled lower, I saw something that made my heart skip a beat. Ben's penis was right there. Swinging freely between his legs. I admit that I did shield my eyes when Ben was getting undressed for our "tub conversion." However, despite my efforts to avert my gaze now, my eyes had a mind of their own. Once his eyes met mine, I felt a sudden jolt of electricity shoot through my heated body. I was so damn turned on, and I knew he could see it. I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything I had ever wanted before.

"Under no circumstances are you permitted to touch yourself." Ben's voice was stern and warning. His narrowed eyes locked onto mine.

Ugh. I let out a huge sigh because I had no idea how I was going to survive the day. I was feeling so damn horny, and it was driving me nuts.

"Would you like to join me in a game?" He blurted out eagerly. "How about a round of Truth or Dare?"

I made the bold choice and said, “Dare," which seemed to please him very much.

“That’s a good girl.” He praised me. "Alright. While we dress, I will give you your first dare. Let’s go.” He directed and moved towards the spacious closet in the bathroom.

My beautiful, loyal readers, Ben’s bathroom closet was impeccably organised and stocked with all the necessary articles of clothing one would need for a casual day at home. It was not just limited to men's clothing though, but also had a wide range of women's attire. From basic hygiene products to a variety of clothing options. Did he live with another woman before? Ben seemed like a man who had had his fair share of women over the years. It would not be a surprise if this were the case. But still, the thought did not sit well with me. I wanted this sexy-accented man for myself, but then I started to wonder: was I reaching for the stars here? Was I aiming too high? Ben was a solid hundred. And me? Well, I was not exactly a runway model.

“Ben," I said. "Something has been bothering me, and I am hoping you could clear things up."

I hope I was not overstepping or overthinking things. Ben stopped rummaging through his closet and turned to face me. His expression was curious yet guarded. It was clear that he was waiting for me to elaborate. So I did.

"I am curious," I stated, locking my gaze with his. "Have you ever lived with someone? You know… a woman?"

His face softened, and he let out a sigh. "There is no one, my little Thalia. I have never lived with another woman before," he replied, reaching out to place a hand on my shoulder.

I let out a breath I did not realise I was holding. "Then what is with all this women's stuff in your closet?" I gestured to the various products and clothing scattered among his own.

After a moment of contemplation, he replied in a hesitant voice. "I asked Claire to buy them for you."

"What?" I certainly never asked anything of Ben, and to be honest, I sure as hell did not expect him to go out of his way to get me anything either.

"I instructed her to organise everything," Ben said, then gently tilted my head back and planted a swift kiss on my lips.

“Did we not meet just yesterday morning?” I asked.

Ben arched his perfectly shaped eyebrow and questioned. “What is your point?”

I sighed. “I think you get my point, Ben.”

"That incident in the school hallway... I know you were pretty stoned, but do you even recall what had happened?”

I rolled my eyes at him. Could I even forget that morning? Meeting my hot substitute teacher entirely flipped my normal routine upside down, like, in no time at all.

“Of course, I remember.”

"Immediately after you ran off, I called Claire and ordered her to complete this task for me.” His gaze swept over me. "Your stature is quite easy to figure out. You and my younger sister have very similar builds and heights."

So, Ben had a sister? I thought happily to myself. The information was not relevant at the moment; regardless, it was interesting to learn another detail about this sexy man.

“Seriously, Ben. Who exactly are you?” I asked with great intrigue.

He had his own driver. He lived in some fancy-assed place. He even had an assistant and a freaking cook. Oh! How dare I forget Doctor Grace? Who the hell was this mysterious Ben Hunter?

"Rest assured, I have not engaged in any unlawful actions," he responded confidently. "This evening, all your enquiries will be addressed. I give you my word."

I silently agreed, but suddenly, a notion entered my thinking. "Hold on. Does Claire think I am your girlfriend?"

Ben chuckled. "My request may have been a bit out of the ordinary, but when it comes to women, I have a knack for stirring up curiosity. Who knows what thoughts are running through Claire’s mind?"

"I do not doubt that you possess the ability to break hearts,” I said with a pout.

With absolute confidence, Ben proclaimed. “I will not break your heart though.” His seductive accent only added to my desire to embrace and kiss him deeply. “Shall we spice things up before we leave? How about your first dare?" Ben suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes. I quivered in anticipation.