“I want you to really think about this,” Gray said. “If this is what you want, I want you to write down exactly what you think you’d like me to do to you. You’re not committing to anything, and you can always change your mind. I’d like to know what you think you want.”
George blinked. He was going to have to write his fantasies down for Gray?
“I don’t rush into these things,” Gray said, softly, as though recognising the disappointment on George’s face.
George nodded weakly.
“If you decide you don’t want this, we don’t have to ever speak about it again. However, if you do want it, I need you to meet me in my bedroom tonight at eight with your ideas written down.”
George bit his lip. No matter how strange this was, how humiliating and frustrating, he knew he would be there at eight.
Anastasia Cole 