Page 137 of The Art of Almost Losing It
She’s bargaining.
I can stop anytime.
I pull back.
Lean back in my seat, back against the window spattered with snow.
She’s like a ruined sex doll in the passenger seat, half undressed, legs spread. Pussy juices all over the seat. Her hand over her tits.
I want to throw her in the back seat and fuck her.
But see? I was able to stop.
“I’m not taking you anywhere.”
“What?”
“I’m not fucking you.”
“What?” She pushes upright.
“You obviously can’t handle it,” I say coldly.
“What? Yes, I… I can…” She sounds uncertain.
“You can’t.” It’s dismissive. “There’s nothing worse than bad sex. Now get out of my car.”
Hands shaking, she collects her clothes.
Her nervousness is addicting.
Her uncertainty.
The threads of desire.
The winter wind cleanses the car of the smell of her when she wrenches the door open and stumbles onto the sidewalk.
“And Dani…” I lean out of the window.
“I ever see you talking to Kraig again? I’ll fuck you in the bathroom in your office in the middle of the day and make everyone hear you scream when you take my cock for the first time.”
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“Dani, please pay attention!”
I jerk in surprise, almost sending a platter of crab-salad finger sandwiches cascading to the floor.
“This bridal tea has to go perfectly for Colette. We’re hosting, and we need to make a good impression,” Mom scolds me. “Now, when you go upstairs to the solarium, make sure that there’s enough ice for the drinks while you’re at it.”
Mom is frazzled. I’m picking up on her nervous energy.
Or maybe I just can’t stop thinking about Graham. Of course, he didn’t call me or text me or anything after that night. I still can’t believe that I had a man’s mouth on my breast, his fingers inside of me.
“Dude, are you okay?” Piper waves at me through the open elevator doors.
“Oh! We’re here.” I push out the cart laden with the tea sandwiches, scones, pastries, and other fancy tea items.
