“Thanks to you.”
“Thanks to me?”
“Because of you, yes.”
“Because of me?”
“Yes, Gabi. Because of you I can’t bring myself to do something I did for a living for years.”
My stomach was doing a happy dance as well. “Good.”
“Good? You like that?”
I stared at my plate, my brows stretched high. “Very much so.”
His stare loitered on me for a while, but when I didn’t look up, he chuckled.
I played with my food, naughty girl and everything. “Does that mean that when I asked you if you were planning to quit because of me, itwasbecause ofme?”
He didn’t respond until I met his gaze. That was when he nodded once.
“But I’m not worth it.”
“That’s what you said last night, but I said you were worth everything.”
Now both my heart and stomach were doing backflips. “You don’t know me.”
“I know the person in front of me. That’s all I care about.”
I held on to his t-shirt. I had to hold on to something because I was falling. Drowning. “What else did I say last night?” I’d like to go back to embarrassed. It was a much safer feeling.
“You insisted I give you a lap dance and kept yellingI must screw Vivianall the way out of Poles.”
“Oh my God.”
“Wait, there’s more.”
I winced. “I really called you Daddy, didn’t I?”
“More than once, asking for really dirty things. Then you sang Barbie Girl in your sleep.”
“Oh my God.”
“And I didn’t know you got grabby when you were drunk.”
My eyes bulged. “I grabbed you? Where?”
“Where do you think?”
“Oh my God,” I sobbed. “So I touched your cock, and I don’t even remember how it felt?”
“That’s what you’re sobbing about?”
“Yes. Iambeyond embarrassed, but after all the things I’ve said and done, I’ve surpassed my threshold for feeling shame, so yes, not remembering how you felt in my hand is what I feel bad about.”
“Well,” he said with his sultry voice, his eyes suggestive, “my cock isn’t going anywhere.”
You can brush my hair, undress me everywheeeeere…
