Elle’s gaze focused on the ceiling while she replayed our conversation. Finally, she nodded and looked at me.
“Do you bring women here?”
“No.”
“Because you’re a private person?”
“No, because when I’m done with a woman, I want to leave. I can’t do that if I’m already home.”
“There’s a part of you that wants to be charming. I feel like you even tried before you got into my pants.”
“Yeah, well, I already claimed your pussy. Don’t need to fake anything now.”
“But you want another screw, don’t you?”
“Of course, and if you hadn’t fessed up about your crush, I’d be lying so smoothly right now.”
“What would you tell me?” she asked, stroking my jaw and teasing me again. “How would you trick me into wanting you?”
“I’d say you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”
“What makes me so beautiful?”
“Your eyes comfort me,” I admitted, watching her casual indifference melt into affection. “You also have great tits and a banging ass.”
Elle smiled widely. “I wouldn’t call my tits great. Above average? Oh, no doubt. But great? I don’t know about that.”
“I know tits, and yours are great.”
“Did you get my top off when we were in the office?”
Grunting, I scowled hard at her. “What do you remember?”
“You smelled great.”
“That’s it?”
“I remember feeling good. Like happy and I might have rated you above my vibrator. But I don’t remember conversational topics or what you looked like with your dick out.”
Leaning away from her, I shook my head. “You said yes.”
“I know I did. But I wouldn’t have agreed if I had been sober.”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Because my brother was in the next room and Sabrina was down the hall. I also didn’t know you.”
“You didn’t know the guy you made Sutter with.”
“Sure, but that was a drunken night in Mexico at one of those resorts where everyone walks around wasted and mostly naked. I wasn’t the same kind of drunk when you and I hooked up.”
“So why don’t you remember anything?”
“I never remember shit from when I’m drunk. Why does it bother you so much? Was that night very special to you?”
Elle struggled not to laugh at me. The more I glared, the less control she had over her giggles. I nearly ditched her and went back to my game.
That night at the Fire Hooch, Elle had pushed me away like usual. Until she suddenly pulled me closer. I thought she finally caught on to how we shared chemistry. Now, I knew she was just excited someone knew the name of a character from an old horror movie.
