“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Come on. We both know full well the effect she has on you.”
“Had. Past tense.”
“Not that far in the past, though.”
“I’m pretty sure she was roaring drunk.”
“But she still knew what was going on, right?” he asks me, worried.
“Oh, don’t worry, she definitely knew.”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know. I’ve never had a woman try to get rid of me so quickly before. Usually I’m the one trying to leave.”
“That kills you, doesn’t it? Not being the one to set the rules?”
“Maybe a little…”
“You already know what happened. She was drunk, looking for some fun, a distraction – you landed in front of her, and she made the most of it.”
“I feel soused.”
“Not easy being on the other side, now, is it?”
“The other side of what?”
“You’re usually the one to act like that. How many times has it happened to you?”
“Not that many. I already told you to stop reading those fucking papers.”
“The papers don’t have much to do with it. Wasn’t that exactly what you used to do when we were at school, too?”
“I was young, I liked having fun. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing – just like there’s nothing wrong with the fact that she didn’t even give you her number.”
“I guess not.”
“Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“Unless the night was a total disaster?”
Her nails digging into my back. Her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. My hands, squeezing at her arse. My dick inside her.
“I’m your cowgirl.”
“No.” I shake my head violently. “That’s impossible.”
“I’m just trying to help you out, here.”
“By making me doubt my skills?”
“I don’t want to know anything about your skills.”
