Page 37 of Exchange of Heart

No matter how tight I curled Corey’s body, fitting his enormous legs under the table proved impossible. He, however, slid onto the metal chair with ease and peered at me over his menu.

‘Oh, whoops.’ He dropped the menu and palmed his forehead. ‘I just remembered this is the café with tiny tables that takes forever to bring out meals. I hope this body isn’t late for work.’

My nostrils flared large enough to fit the filthy salt and pepper shakers on the table up them. If he wasn’t making an effort, neither would I. I shoved my legs under the table with the full force of my rage, rattling the table hard enough to spill Corey’s mug and splatter its contents across his chest.

‘Ouch! That’s hot!’ He jumped from his seat, knocking the table which poured my coffee onto my lap.

‘Ow!’ My knees flipped the flimsy table to its side as I also bounced to my feet, hands cupping my burnt dick.

Corey ripped open the top buttons of my dress in an attempt to peel the material from his skin, flashing the staring patrons his white lace bra. The waitress rushed over with serviettes, but her feet slid through the coffee on the floor, and she landed on her back. She sat up, hands wrapped around her throat, eyes wide.

‘Oh my god, she’s choking!’ Frozen at the sight, I pointed at her pink face.

Patrons continued to stare as Corey raced behind her and raised his arm.

‘This is all your fault,’ he said before thrusting his hand against her back.

I scoffed. ‘My fault?’

The lady bounced at the impact, and one of Corey’s breasts jiggled free from his bra.

‘You shoved yourself under the table hard enough to spill our drinks.’ He thrust again.

‘You deliberately brought me to a place I wouldn’t fit,’ I argued.

Corey’s palm smacked the waitresses back again.

‘So, you could have—’

The lady coughed out her gum and gasped in relief, then turned to wrap her arms around Corey’s small waist.

‘Thank you, thank you!’ She was so relieved, she didn’t even notice her cheek rested against his bare breast.

I rushed over and adjusted his dress the moment she pulled back as people stood to check on her, and another waitress fixed our upside-down table. No one seemed to realise our childish behaviour had caused the problem.

‘Please, sit. Breakfast is free for you two.’ The waitress pulled out a pen to write down our order.

‘Pancakes, please,’ I mumbled.

‘Yeah, same.’ Corey couldn’t look her in the eye.

‘Can we get some more coffee over here, Janis,’ she yelled to the blonde by the front window.

I kept my legs to the side, back bent, trying not to take up too much space. The moisture at my crotch had seeped into my underpants and unleashed a sensory overload on top of my hangover and guilt. Frustration filled every inch of my body.

‘The whole point was to try to get to know each other a little better,’ I reminded him.

He inhaled a large breath then released it like a gust of wind. ‘I don’t know what to tell you, Nora. I’m just a guy who works.’

‘For his father. And his best friend is his assistant. And someone gives you drawings that are really good – I saw them in your briefcase – and you have the whole anguished thing going on even though you’re living a pretty great life. Did I miss anything?’

‘Yeah, you did. You forgot to mention I’m trapped in someone else’s body with no idea how to undo what’s been done, forced to do… this.’ He fluttered his hands around our space.

I couldn’t believe I’d thought he had charm at the bar. Not a single thing about Corey Flemmington was alluring. ‘Well, I’m sorry you’re stuck having breakfast with me, but it’s not so great for me either. I mean, this penis sucks.’ I announced with his deep voice.

The waitress turned to me. ‘Aw, sweetie, it’s not about the size.’

Corey narrowed his eyes. ‘There’s nothing wrong with the size.’