Weak at the knees

Andrea Stephens POV-

Ugh. How was I supposed to work with this guy? He was so arrogant. He always thinks that he is the best, when he's really not. He just says that he's hot, and all the girls come running after him. And now, he's trying to flirt with me! Honestly, how stupid can you be?

Memories from this morning filled my head. He just kept on staring at me and putting that cocky smirk on his face. His very handsome face. Sure, I hate him. But, I still think that he is pretty attractive. He has dark smoldering eyes, with high cheekbones and long dark brown hair, and his deep voice was extremely attractive. My favorite thing, was his scent. It was a husky scent, the smell that makes me weak at the knees. Honestly, what cologne did he use?

"You ready?" I heard a voice behind me. "Let's go. My place, remember?" I spinned around, only to see Austin. I nodded. He took my hand and I surprisingly felt sparks. Why? I wondered what was going on. He took me to the school parking lot, but instead of going to where the students park their cars, he went to the motorcycle stand. I didn't know that he drove a motorcycle.

"Hop on." He said, a handsome smirk still on his face. He sat down on top of it and gestured for me to sit behind him. I sat down and wrapped my arms around his waist and layed my head on his back, taking in the view. After a few minutes, he pulled up to a huge white house. He took my hand and helped me get off of the motorcycle.

"My parents aren't home right now, so we can go raid the fridge." He said, smiling. He looked way better when he smiled. Should I tell him that? We both walked inside, and he did exactly what he said he was going to do. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed everything from inside, and gave them to me. I smiled a little bit and took almost everything, leaving him with the cookies. He frowned. "You only left me the cookies!" He said.

That was cute.

I looked back at Austin. His eyes were shining, and he had a smirk on his face. I gave him a curious look. "What?" I asked. "You just called me cute. I would prefer hot, but cute is fine too." He said, laughing. My eyes went wide.

I said that out loud?

"Yes, you did." Austin retorted. I glared at him, and he had the nerve to laugh again. I walked away, going to the nearest room. Austin came in. "Do you like my room?" He said.

I stood up. "Sorry, I didn't know that this is your room. Do you want me to get out of here or-" Austin held up a hand to cut me off. "It's okay. I was going to bring you in here, so we could work on the project. You can come and sit on my bed instead of sitting on that uncomfortable chair." I nodded and got off of the chair. As soon as I sat on the bed, Austin whipped out a notebook. "What's that for?" I asked. "Notes." He said, shrugging. He smiled and hovered his pencil over the notebook. I rolled my eyes and made myself comfortable, my shirt coming up a bit to the point where you could see my lower stomach. Austin saw that, and his eyes darkened. Why? I've seen that happen to guys before, but I never found out what it means.

I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it down, my cheeks heating up. Austin cleared his throat and looked away. "Let's get started." I said. He nodded. "What's your favorite color?" He asked. I thought for a minute. "Yellow. It symbolizes happiness, but my favorite color does change about every week." I said.

I made sure that my face had no expression. I didn't want to show him that I enjoyed spending time with him. I wasn't even sure if I did or not. He smiled. "Mine is black. I don't really know why, but I just really like it." Austin said, shrugging. He scribbled something down and then made eye contact with me again.

This time, I asked the question. "What's your favorite food? Mine is pizza. You can never go wrong with pepperoni pizza." I said. "Mine are probably cookies. But I also love burgers." He said, writing them down. "Any past relationships?" Austin asked. What? Why was he asking me that? I shook my head. "No. I don't really trust most guys. They just play with your hearts." I said. He nodded, looking a bit upset. What did I do? Did I make him mad?

"Sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?" I asked him. I didn't want to make him upset. He shook his head. "No, it's fine. You're good." He grinned again, but I didn't return the smile. I just nodded. I was doing a lot of that today. "What about you?" I cocked my head to the side, genuinely curious. "None. People say that used to do one night stands, but I really didn't. I'm waiting for the right person to do it with. I mean, most girls I meet just try to crawl up on me. I'd rather have someone who doesn't." He said. Was he referring to me? I mean, I was the only one who didn't go up on him, or tried to. He turned his attention back to the paper and scribbled something down.

"Dominating or submissive?" He asked. I blinked. "Excuse me?" I inquired, a little confused. He smirked. "In bed. Do you like to control or have the other person in control?" He asked. What the hell? I told him I had never been in a relationship before. What was he doing? "Why do you want to know?" I asked. "Just wondering. I want to get to know you."

Weird question. But I wasn't about to back down.

I thought about it. Sure, being in control sounded okay, but now that I think about it, I would prefer to be submissive. I mean, I am one of those people who is very confident outside of the bedroom, but inside, I want to be dominated. To be tied up and have a man on top of me. "Submissive. I'd rather have a man in control." I said, feeling a bit awkward. He hummed in response. "So, what do you want him to do to you?" He asked. "Why do you want to know?" I murmured, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Just wondering." He smirked again as I rolled my eyes. "Actually, screw that. I have a better question. Name five things that you want a guy to do to you in bed."

I thought about it. I would love to be punished and tied up. Should I tell him that? Eh. Why not? "Number one... How about being punished?" I said. He nodded, looking a bit surprised. "Being tied up, maybe. And slapped. Definitely slapped. Number four... showering together? No. You said in bed. Maybe sex toys? And number 5... maybe food. Like licking food off of each other's skin and stuff, you know? It's kind of sexy." I said.

He looked confused. "Why punished?" He asked. "I guess it just is hot when a guy is angry and then fucks you, you know? They don't show you mercy. It's so sexy. And kind of exciting." I said. "But I've never done that before. It's just been me. I'm still a virgin. But if I were to have sex, I wouldn't want him to be gentle." I murmured, now really embarrassed. He nodded.

"List off your favorite punishments. I won't judge you." He said. I already knew what I wanted and was going to choose.

"Spanks, Not letting me cum, making me beg, handcuffing me to the bed, making me touch myself... you know. The normal stuff." I said, now really embarrassed. He nodded. "And I love to do those things to a girl." He whispered in my ear. My breath hitched. I could feel a blush growing on my cheeks. He smirked and pulled away.

How did he have this effect on me? I was so confused. If another guy had asked me these questions, I would have slapped them right across the face. But when Austin did it, I felt... aroused. How? I just met him yesterday. And I hate him! Or do I?

Gosh. Feelings. They're so confusing! Why was I like this? This is so annoying.

Why did he make me feel like this? Why did I always become weak around him? Did he know that he had could make me weak at the knees? No other guy had been able to do that, and I just met this guy. It was so absurd! How the hell was I supposed to keep that secret from him that he was able to do... things to me?

"I have to get home now. It was nice talking to you. Can you drive me home? Please?" I breathed. Austin nodded, putting the notebook down. He got up and walked over to the door and to his motorcycle. I got up with him and I walked over to his motorcycle.

And with that, we were off.