It took Catherine a few seconds to process that sentence and convince herself that he had actually said that and she wasn't imagining it. "I want to bend you over this couch and f**k you to oblivion.", he said calmly, serious and firm, looking deep into her eyes. Cathy blushed involuntarily, something that hadn't happened to her in a long time. She didn't know what to do, what to respond, how to act… But she was sure of one thing: she wanted him to make his words truthful.
- I think you should do that. - Cathy replied, once again trying to match her tone to his; calm, confident, very provocative. Andrew bent over the center table again and grabbed the bottle.
- Well… - He rolled his eyes, pouring himself another shot of Mezcal. - I really think I shouldn't.
- Why? - Cathy asked, struggl
