“Yeah, I know. It was really fun to screw with your head,” Zoe admitted in an offhand tone. “I also lied last week when I said that orange shirt looked good on you when it really looked stupid. Then last month, I lied when I said the bakery was already closed when I just really didn’t feel like going and I took a long, hot bath instead.”
“I see...” Trevor murmured, lost in thought. He’d heard of angry drunks, happy drunks, sad drunks, but this was the first time he’d ever encountered an honest drunk. It made him wonder...
“Has it really been five years since you last had sex?” Trevor asked, deciding to test the waters.
She sighed heavily. “Yes, five very long years.”
“Were you really going to have sex with a complete stranger?” he asked, not really believing Zoe would do something like that.
“In a heartbeat,” Zoe said without any hesitation, further surprising the hell out of him and pissing him right the hell off.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Trevor practically shouted, not even making her flinch in her alcohol-induced mellow state. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that is, Zoe? What could have happened to you?”
She frowned at him as she opened her small black purse and pulled out a handful of condoms. “But that’s why I brought these,” Zoe explained, looking confused. “For protection,” she clarified when he only glared at her.
He gripped the steering wheel tightly, trying to fight back the urge to wring her neck or spank her ass. “Zoe, you cannot go around sleeping with strangers. It’s dangerous,” Trevor said through a clenched jaw, wondering if she’d remember any of this later or if he’d have to have this talk again with her again tomorrow when she was sober.
“Weren’t you there to have sex with a stranger?” she asked accusingly.
“That’s not the point, Zoe,” he gritted out.
“How is it fair that you can go have sex, but I can’t?” she demanded, crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts and unintentionally shoving them up until he swore, prayed, that they’d pop out of her blouse.
“It’s just the way it is,” Trevor said tightly, pressing the gas pedal harder in an attempt to get her home and out of his hair before she drove him crazy.
“I don’t see how it is. I want sex. I miss sex and used to love it. I’ve decided that I shouldn’t have to wait until I’m ready to be in a relationship, which probably won’t be for another year or two before I have sex again. So, I decided that I should be allowed to enjoy being single and have sex with whomever I want, whenever I want,” she informed him in a tone she probably thought would make him think twice about arguing with her. “Now,” Zoe said with a slight roll of her hand back towards the direction of the bar, “take me back there so I can have sex.”
“Not happening.”
“But I want sex!” she whined. “Really good, hot, sweaty sex!”
“Uh-huh,” Trevor said, ignoring her adorable little pout. “You’re really not interested in a relationship right now?” he asked, allowing his mind to go somewhere that he knew was dangerous.
Out of the corner of his eye, he looked her over, wondering if he could actually go through with this. When his eyes fell on her large breasts, he knew damn well that he could.
“That’s too much work right now. I want to focus on getting my life together and be in a better position if my life ever crumbles around me again. I want to be able to take care of myself. I also want to have fun. Something that I haven’t done in a long time,” Zoe said wistfully.
“You’re serious?” he asked, even though he didn’t doubt her for a second.
“Yes.”
“You only want sex, nothing more, right?” he stressed.
She rolled her eyes in exasperation. “Didn’t I just say that?”
“Good,” Trevor said, not bothering to hide his shit-eating grin.
“What’s so good about that?” Zoe asked, sounding confused.
“Because this will work out for me,” Trevor said, giving himself another pat on the back for coming up with another excellent plan. If she went along with what he had in mind, and why wouldn’t she? he was a Bradford, after all, he could work her out of his system and keep her safe. So really, he was doing her a favor by offering to do this.
He sighed heavily, sometimes he was just too damn giving.
“What will work out for you?” Zoe asked, sounding groggy.
He reached over and took her much smaller hand in his and held it, running his thumb over the back of her hand.
“You and I are going to have sex.”
