MADE FOR HIM

GINGER: Hu's words hit me hard as a feeling of embarrassment warms my face. Anyone with self-dignity should walk away from someone who has such vulgar things to say in a demanding tone, reducing you to nothing. But even I question my self-worth. I should at least be scared, but my body finds him hot, and I imagine what he just said. "Sit exactly where I want-on my fucking cock." His words replay in my mind like they have been branded inside my skull. Honestly, I have been turned on the moment I saw him doing bench presses. The way his muscles flexed with each rep kept sending untold sensations to my belly. His hands slip from my waist as he pulls away, walking back to the bench. I don't know how he still looks so calm when I feel like I've been shaken down to my bones. Hu lowers himself onto the bench and spreads his legs slightly, resting his arms on his thighs. Then his eyes lock on mine again. "Now," he says, his voice softer but still layered with that dominance that coils heat in