“I have a meeting tomorrow. You can’t come over here to rile up my cat.”
“I didn’t come here for the cat,” I said, lowering my voice. “I came here for you.”
Her eyes widened, and she swallowed. I looked down at her chest. She wasn’t wearing a bra under the thin T-shirt. She crossed her arms.
I looked back up at her face. “I’m about to make all your wildest fantasies come true.”
23
Ivy
Did he come here to fuck me?My pussy thought that was an excellent idea.
No. He’s clearly back together with Camilla. This is some sort of trick.
“Are you going to give me a unicorn that shits gold? Because that’s what I want.”
“Better!” Evan said, grinning. He held out a brown paper sack. “I brought leftovers.”
“I knew it,” I muttered. Evan looked confused.
Of course he’s confused, stupid dense man.
“So you brought me the leftovers from the date you were on with Camilla at a restaurant I just ate at. How romantic,” I said sarcastically to mask the hurt I was feeling.
Why? You don’t even like him!
“I could have thrown it away. She didn’t even touch it,” he said, taking two steps inside then sprawling on my bed. “There’s a whole ten-course meal in there. I mean, all the food is like three bites, but add it all together, and you have dinner. And dessert,” he added, chucking Fergus under the chin.
I looked into the bag.
Story of my life. I’m only worthy of some other girl’s leftovers.
I pulled out a jar of chocolate sauce, inspected it, then turned beet red at the frankly graphic instructional sketch of a girl dipping her boyfriend’s cock in the jar of chocolate then sucking on it.
“Dessert, huh,” I said.
“Yep,” he said, not looking up from Fergus, “it looked pretty tasty. Of course, I’m not a big sweets person, but I figured you’d want to take a big bite.”
I raised an eyebrow and looked back at the jar of chocolate sauce. The label said it was organic. Maybe Evan did want me after all. Or maybe he just wanted me for sex. I mean, that was probably for the best, right? He and I couldn’t have a relationship. That would be absurd and bad for my business. My friends would never forgive me.
“That might hurt if I took a bite of your dick,” I joked.
“Huh?” Evan’s head jerked up.
I waved the jar at him.
He cursed, jumped up, and took it from me. In the small space, I was very aware that I was not wearing a bra and that Evan was within kissing distance of me.
“Mrs. Russo’s friend Ida foisted it on me,” he explained.
“Uh-huh.”
Evan looked at me incredulously. “Do you honestly think I’d coat my dick in chocolate?”
“If you’re trying to get me to suck it, then you better dip it in chocolate or cream cheese frosting,” I told him.
He set the sauce on the narrow desk behind me then settled his large hands on my waist. “Are you offering to suck me off?”
