“Because you’ll be horrified. I grew up in an entirely different world than you.”
“I’m sure I can handle it.”
“The truth is on my twelfth birthday one of my father’s men gifted me a hooker.”
Her nose scrunches up as soon as my words register.
“And that reaction is why I didn’t want to tell you.”
“That’s terrible.”
I burst out laughing. “I’m fucking with you. I was fifteen.”
“I’m not sure if that’s any better.”
“I don’t think that encounter really counts. I’m pretty sure it lasted about three seconds. Was over before I could even grope her tits.”
“Have you been with a lot of women?”
“Ten.”
“I don’t know if I believe you.”
“I don’t lie.”
“Hmm. Not even tiny ones.”
“Not when it matters.”
I tuck her dark hair behind her ear.
“Now would be a good time to kiss me if you’re going to.” She lets out a yawn.
“You tired?”
“Very.”
“I should drive you home, but I worry that pig will be waiting for you.”
“He probably is.”
“Does he do that a lot?”
“Sometimes.”
“Come on.” I pull her to her feet.
“Where are you taking me?”
“To bed.”
Her eyes widen at my statement.
“Not like that. Get your brain out of the gutter.”
“Ha. Ha.”
I take her to my room. “The bathroom is through there.” I point to the left. “There’s an extra toothbrush in the top right drawer. I’ll find you something to sleep in.”
