It was just your car keys. Calm down. You don’t have to be on your knees to say thank you. My brows pulled down as I tried to understand what was going on.
When her small hands pulled down his thin shorts, it suddenly all made sense.
Oh.
Well.
That’s one way to do it, I suppose.
The chair squeaked as I shifted, a growing energy within me. I tried my best to get comfortable and enjoy this show.
Zavier was right, I should just relax and watch a movie.
Unfortunately, the sexy show only lasted four minutes and thirty-four seconds.
That was incredibly short. I barely had time to understand the storyline at all.
Hmm.
Tapping my fingers against the smooth desk, I studied the screen. A little box at the center recommended a similar video to the one I had just watched.
How convenient.
I clicked the button and another video started.
This one was even better than the last. The woman was flexible. The man was… impressive, to say the least. I hoped they got those little golden awards. It’s the best so far. He really knew how to use what the gods have given him to work with. The makeup on her pretty face was a little much, but I was probably just overthinking it.
And that was how I spent my afternoon. Clicking, clicking, clicking through all the pornography the internet gifted to me.
This has to be the best thing the gods invented by far.
Kudos to the gods for knowing pornography was so needed in this day and age.
I felt his gaze on me before I saw him.
I pulled the earbud from my ear and looked up at the man shadowing over me.
During my binge of pornography, I’d really gotten comfortable. My legs were curled up neatly beneath me. The pretty summer dress was spread over my legs like a blanket.
Zavier’s attention locked onto the couple on the computer screen. As the man gripped the woman’s hair and thrust hard into her, Zavier’s dark eyes widened.
The sound of his throat clearing managed to break his trance and his breaths seemed uneven as he stared down on me.
“What--How many of those--How long have you been watching this stuff?” The way his hands fisted the back of the leather chair I was sitting on caught my attention.
Did this make him… uncomfortable?
“I started the first one right after your call started, around one.”
Once again, his eyes widened impossibly larger.
“It’s five o'clock. You’ve been watching porn for four hours?” His tone raised higher, almost in sync with the man on the screen who’d reached his climax.
“That’s not true. I watched a little of the boring show you put on for me for a few minutes.”
“Can you just shut that shit? I can’t even talk to you right now.”
“Does pornography make you uncomfortable, Zav?” A teasing tone hinted at my words.
