The Touch Series: Initiation Read Online Free PDF

you?!”
                  “I got lost trying to find the restroom.” I gave her my best innocent voice and look as I looked down with a pout. “Sorry.”
                  She looked up to the ceiling and took in a deep breathe and let it out. “What you do effects him which effects me. Please don't wander and get into trouble. Now, get back in your seat!”
                  I slightly curtsied at her, letting her know that I truly did not intend to step over her again. I took my seat as did the rest of the girls when Gwen told them to.
                  “You will each see Mr. Constane soon. Remember to not embarrass me.” Her eyes pierced me to my seat as she emphasised that last bit.  “And welcome to The Club.”
     
                                                                                                     
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                  The Club? I assumed that's the official name. Very creative and doesn't give anything away. I tried to stop myself from laughing out loud which must have looked ridiculous as I noticed a few of the other girls looking at me with disapproving looks.
                  Gwen came up to me out of nowhere and looked down below to me with a smirk plastered on her pore-free face. “Mr. Constane will see you first. I'm sure it's because he needs to reprimand you for what you did.” She pointed to a door on the other side of the room. As I got up from my seat, she was still looking at me. “Try not to get lost this time.” That awarded her a few giggles from the rest of the girls. So, they do have a sense of humor!
                  I made my way towards the door and opened it slowly. The room was completely different from the rooms I've seen so far. It was dark with very little lighting, mostly coming from a massive fireplace. There was a large window at one end of the room with a desk right in front of it. I stepped in further into the room to find Josef pouring himself a drink on the opposite side of the room. He was wearing black pants with a white button up top. White certainly looked good on him.
                  That familiar feeling of warmth in my face suddenly came. He looked up and gestured me to sit on one of the arm chairs in the middle of the room. “Would you like a drink?”
                  “No, thank you. I had some champagne earlier.” My voice couldn't sound more breathier. Control yourself!
                  I looked around the room in hopes that by distracting myself I could resort back to a proper breathing pattern. But he quickly sat down opposite me after he poured himself a drink. He crossed his right leg over his left and took a slow sip from his glass as he looked at me. “How did you like my art collection?”
                  A lot. But I think I like you more. “I'm very sorry about that. I know that we weren't supposed to wander around. I really did get lost trying to find the bathroom.” I looked down at my hands as I nodded my head. “But I liked it very much.”
                  “Why do you look down? I want to see your face.” I heard a hint of amusement and curiosity in his voice. I slowly looked up to look at the ceiling and then slowly back at him. It was difficult. He was very intense. And I didn't like blushing around him. It made me feel childish.
                  My eyes slowly began to look down his arm. “If you look down again you'll make me angry.” He was serious. His eyes were hard and his jaw was tense.
                  “I'm sorry. It's a