But whatever resolve might have been building vanishes as a mix of shame and mortification rushes through me at the words that pop up next.
Jazz Grimsay
But I guess you’re not very polite are you? Polite boys don’t walk around in cummy jeans, do they?
Only dirty boys like you do that.
How the fuck does he even know about that? Or is he just taking a wild guess and happens to be on the money?
And why does the thought of him knowing the full extent of my shame make yesterday’s incident seem so much hotter? I need him out of my head, except…fuck, it’s starting to dawn on me that I actuallylikethat he has this power over me. God, this is so fucking messed up.
But even more disturbing is how my body keeps reacting to the way he keeps calling me “boy.” I’m twice his age for fuck’s sake. I have kids only a few years younger than him. But the way he keeps using that word to diminish and belittle me is having an effect on me that I’m really not comfortable with.
Me
I’m a fucking grown-ass man, asshole. Stop with the “boy” shit
Jazz Grimsay
I didn’t see a grown-ass man yesterday. I saw a little boy who locked himself in a bathroom stall, afraid to touch his own dick
It’s so fucking hot how you can manage to be a filthy slut and a blushing virgin at the same time
I’m a what? And I wasn’t afraid to touch my dick yesterday. Just a little…reluctant.
Me
Virgin? I’ve been having sex since before you were born, kid
Jazz Grimsay
Hetero, vanilla sex
Me
And that doesn’t count?
Jazz Grimsay
Not in this world. Welcome to Wonderland
I groan in frustration and tug at my hair again.
Me
I want to go back through the rabbit hole
I’m expecting another smartass text, but instead my phone starts buzzing with an incoming call. Before I can think better than to answer, I hit the accept button and put it to my ear.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“A front row seat to the live show I know is about to happen,” he drawls in his soft, husky voice. “And to let you know there’s no going back.”
Like hell.
“There’s no show,” I grate out. “And whatever the hell this is?—”
“How you’re rock hard right now thanks to a few well-placed jibes from me?” he interrupts, tone laced with amusement.
