Page 340 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B
we fall into a rhythm.
Ice sphere. Tumbler. Slide—
Andrew catches it seamlessly.
We charm top producers,
trade jokes with executives,
run the assembly line,
stealing secret grins.
Each time he squeezes behind me,
his fingers find my hips,
trousers pressing flush against my ass
as he slides past.
And each time,
a breathless laugh slips out of me.
But it’s only to hide the fact that I’m so disgustingly desperate for this man.
I want him to hold me close,
whisper sweet-nothings,
make out, make lov—
gag.
Spit in my pussy
and finger it back inside me.
“Allison—”
My head snaps up.
Andrew’s staring at me.
“You good?”
I nod fast, neck flushed. “Yeah.”
His eyes drift past me,
and his shoulders tense.
He returns to the drink he was making.
I turn to look behind me.
Raymond’s heading our way,
