“Chai frappés make me happy.”
“Yeah, they’re pretty good too.”
I was certain I had not rubbed the sunscreen in properly and so I re-sat, looking for a reflective surface realising the only one close by was Dig Graves’s sunglasses. I did not have to ask him to continue looking at me, he did so on his own accord.
“I only do things that make me happy.” The reflection of my breasts showed in the glass. “And you make me so happy. You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
“I do apologise, but I actually have no plans to attend this Battle.”
“Princess, you’reinthe Battle.”
“I prefer the battle of politics.”
“You wanna go into politics?”
“‘Want to’ not ‘wanna.’”
“That’s great youwant to, real strong ambition.”
“‘Really,’not ‘real.’”
“Yourreallysmart.”
“‘You’re,’ not, ‘your.’”
“You’regood at lots of shit.”
“Not particularly.”
“You got someone you like fuckin’?”
“‘Fucking.’”
“Who do you likefucking?”
“I have no sexual preference to anyone.” My cheeks warmed. “No one at all.”
He cracked into a grin. “You like my sunglasses, don’t you?”
“Your what?” I needed to hump his face.
“My sunglasses, you keep looking at them.”
“Looking at what?” I’d even have him penetrate me in the armpits.
He cocked his head. “What is the first thing you notice about someone when they approach you?”
“For me, it’s the audacity.” I wondered how long he could hold his breath while face down between my legs.
“You notice if they’re wearing sunglasses, don’t you?
“Can I see your tongue?”
He stuck it out, showing me. Yes, that would do well.
A grin claimed his lips.
“Prin—” He sneezed.
