“How was it?”
“It was… it was… incredible.”
“Did you orgasm?”
“No.”
“Evidently it wasn’t that great,” she scoffs.
“We were interrupted.”
“By who?”
“I don’t know. Two men barged into his office.”
“Whoa, pump the brakes. He ate your pussy in his office?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“On his desk.”
“Holy moly,” she says in amazement. “I’m so proud of you.”
“This news hardly qualifies for accolades.” I roll to my side.
“It does in my book.”
“I’ve made a mess of things.”
“There’s nothing wrong with engaging in a summer fling.”
“Mia, I’m not interested in meaningless intercourse.”
“Did you just say intercourse? Havingsexis not a crime.”
“I’m not a good Christian,” I groan, throwing my arm across my forehead.
“Ugh!” Mia screeches. “You’re giving me a headache.”
“He has my diary.”
“How the hell did he get it?”
“He broke into my condo.”
“Well, shit, that’s romantic and stalkerish as fuck at the same time.”
“He stole my dirty underwear too.”
“Come again,” she says slowly.
I recount my search for the missing garments and Dom’s subsequent admission of his involvement in their disappearance.
“Okay, that’s super freaking weird. Why did he take them? God, maybe he wears women’s panties.”
“He said…” I clear my throat. “He said… he smells them… umm… while he’s pleasuring himself.”
