My pussy clenches.
Just once.
But I feel it.
Marty finally looks at me. "So I'm asking. What's your type, Scarletta?"
I open my mouth to answer, but nothing comes out.
My brain is scrambling. Trying to construct something. Anything.
What's my type?
The question should be simple. It's not.
Marty watches me for another few seconds, then sighs heavily and leans back in the booth.
"Never mind. Forget I asked." He picks up his fork, stabbing at his salad with more force than necessary. "You're not my type anyway."
My stomach drops. "What?"
"I mean—" He shrugs, not looking at me. "You're too independent. Too... strong. I can tell just from talking to you for like twenty minutes. You've got your shit together. Your own career. Your own apartment. You don'tneedanyone."
The words hit wrong. Like he's describing someone else entirely.
"I like—" He stops. Clears his throat. "I prefer more demure women. Quieter. Softer. Women who actually want to be taken care of instead of..." He gestures vaguely at me.
I should feel insulted.
I don't.
Because heat is pooling between my legs. Slow and insistent.
Demure. Softer. Women who want to be taken care of.
"I'm only asking because I don't want to waste your time." Marty's still not looking at me, just pushing lettuce around his plate. "Or mine, honestly. I know that sounds shitty but I'm just—I'm desperate to find someone I can actually connect with. Someone who wants what I want. And you clearly don't."
My face is burning now. My thighs press together under the table.
I try to speak. "I—I might?—"
"It's a stupid question anyway." He cuts me off, waving his hand dismissively. "Forget it."
But I can't forget it.
Because my pussy is throbbing. Actuallythrobbingfor the first time in six months.
"No." My voice comes out strangled. "Tell me."
Marty looks up. "What?"
"Tell me exactly what you were thinking." I lean forward, my hands flat on the table. "What you want. Maybe I—maybe I might be up for it."
His eyes narrow slightly. Studying me.
Then he sets down his fork very deliberately.
He leans in.
