Seduced 1 by P. A. Jones

myself and it was hard to control my laugh.
    “Did anything happen? Why are you laughing?”he asked with a confused face.
    “No, nothing,” I replied. ”“It’s just your face. Are you afraid to hug me back?”
    “Who? Me?” He looked more confused.”“No. I’m not.” He wrapped me in his arms and clenched me tightly. Still, his face looked confused, his eyebrows knitted together.
    I waved goodbye and left before I could burst out laughing and making him feel more awkward.
    He was a strict and strange man on the outside, but on the inside, he looked cute and soft. He looked too naive about touching a girl. Maybe all MMA fighters are like this.
    “Come prepared tomorrow,” he shouted from inside the house.
    “Time to be serious, lady,” I muttered. I never thought he would agree to train me after what I had made him to go through.
    Still thinking about him, I opened my Range Rover door and hopped in. I turned on my stereo to listen to Bryan Adams and started my car. But when I pushed the gas pedal, something happened. The car was acting weird. It was leaning to the left more than usual. I stepped out and checked, slapping my head with my hand as I realized a tire was flat and I had no spare. “Not now.” I kicked the tire. Shit, what am I going to do now?
    The shades of darkness were already lingering over the surroundings. Tristan lived in totally the opposite corner of the city and I didn’t have a spare to change the tire, nor did I know how to do it.
    “Hey, any problem?” Tristan walked out of his house, still in his boxing shorts with a t-shirt on. He must have been watching me from inside.
    “My tire is flat.” I shrugged my shoulders, staring at the deflated rubber.
    “Don't worry, I'll drop you off at home.” He looked at my car, “I'll get it fixed tomorrow morning. It's late and nobody will come to this side of town to change your tire.”
    “That's fine. Thanks, I appreciate it.”
    He walked back and took out his car, but the moment he stopped in front of me, a whistling sound came out of his tire, too. His tire was also punctured.
    “Not again,” he cried in disappointment.
    “Not now...”
    “This happened yesterday, too, and I used my spare. Now it's punctured again.”
    “Never mind, I'll call a cab.” I took my cell out to call a cab and suddenly rain started pouring down from the sky. In less than fifteen seconds, we were drenched.“What the heck? What is happening with me today?” I looked up to ask god.
    “We’d better get inside quick. Grab your phone or you’ll really be stuck,” he shouted, ”and ran back inside the house. I was dripping wet by the time we got inside. I looked over at Tristan; he was as wet as I was. His t-shirt was fused to his body and I could see the contours of his hairless chest through it. When I looked up, I caught him staring at me, and his eyes were filled with something dark. He was checking me over, like an alpha male checks his woman. A shiver passed through my body and my cheeks turned pink. After a moment, I had a feeling that someone was hugging every curve of my body.
    “You’d better change out of those wet clothes, or you’ll be sick on the first day of training.”He was still looking at my body, and I thought I saw hunger in his eyes. “And I don't like sick students, so you’d better change into a pair of my shorts and one of my shirts.”
    A few seconds later, he came out with a dark blue t-shirt, a towel and black shorts. “You can use the bathroom in my room.” He pointed down the long hall to his bedroom.
    I nodded and walked inside. I wanted to get away from him before he turned my heat on, and I was curious to check out his bedroom. To my surprise, it was the most minimalistic room I’d ever seen. Only one double bed, a wardrobe and nothing else, not even a TV. How could this man leave without a TV in his bedroom?
    With a surprise I walked in his bathroom and started stripping down. He had a full-length mirror in