“Now you have had your hands … you know”—I gestured to my nether regions—“maybe we could finish the ride.”
“The person who parades around in her boss’s house in a thong can’t say ‘pussy,’” he said dryly.
I felt my face flame up, and it was confirmed by Grayson’s smirk.
“That’s different,” I said hotly. “That’s just beachwear. That word is porno language.”
“Get your clothes on and get out,” he ordered.
I pulled on my bra and tried to salvage my ruined skirt.
I had a jacket, but it was not going to come anywhere close to covering the skirt.
Grayson disappeared in his closet and came out with a long wool coat. It might have hit him midthigh, but on me it came practically to my ankles.
“Thanks,” I said as I belted it.
“You can have it dry-cleaned and return it to me the next time you come by,” he said, using his I’m-the-boss tone, like we hadn’t just been intimate.
Grayson’s eyes were dark as he watched me slip my feet into the heels that lay haphazardly on his bedroom floor.
Just say it, I told myself.You can’t walk out of here a virgin.
I stepped up to him.
“Are you sure,” I began in the smokiest voice I could manage, “you don’t want to put your cock in my soaking wet pussy?”
His eyes widened.
“See? I can try something new,” I whispered.
He leaned in to kiss me hungrily, while his hand grabbed the belt of the overcoat and tugged at it.
The soundtrack fromEncantoblared from my purse.
“We don’t talk about—”
“Crap.”
Grayson stepped back while I tried to furiously cancel the incoming video call.
My hands were still shaky from the orgasms, though, and my thumb slipped and hit the wrong button.
Minnie’s tits.
“Just pretend you’re not here,” I hissed.
“I live here.”
“Hi Mom! Hi Dad!” I said as cheerily as I could manage while motioning for Grayson to get out of the frame.
“Squeaky Mouse!” my dad exclaimed.
Squeaky Mouse?Grayson mouthed.
I glared at him over the top of the phone.
“What’s wrong, Squeaky?”
