He stood, undoing the buttons of his shirt.
“Ten seconds,” he said.
She looked confused. She had expected other words to come out of his mouth like undress or come here.
“What?” Maybe she had misread the tension in the room. She lowered her gaze to the bulge in his pants.
She hadn’t.
“You have ten seconds to hide. Then I will seek you out.”
“Your fantasy is hide and seek?” she asked.
“No. My fantasy is the chase. I am going to hunt you and when I find you, I will bury myself so far inside you, the only thing you’ll be able to say is my name.”
That seemed fair.
