This feels good.
Sometimes it’s nice to be underhanded just to get your way.
Should I feel bad for kicking a friend off a project because he was getting too close to fucking on Aurora?
Yes.
Should I also feel bad for sleeping with my even closer friend’s daughter?
Absolutely.
Do I at this moment?
Fuck no.
In fact, I even went and grabbed my kit. I had a lot of toys I wanted to try on my little bunny rabbit.
“Ms. Rodriguez,”I announced before I slid my room door open. Whatever demands I had died on my tongue when I was met with the absolute marvel laying across my bed.
“You know what they say about people with mirrors on their ceilings, Marlon?”
“What do they say, Bunny?”
“They say people like that are absolute freaks. Pro-fuckers if you will.”
I scoffed. “Yeah? Well, you would’ve loved it when I had the strip pole in. We would’ve really got it cracking in here.”
“I bet we would’ve.” She sat up, leaning on her elbows. “That for me?”
She gestured to the briefcase I had. “Yeah but, let me talk to you for a second.”
I set the kit down first, then put my cigar in the ashtray on the nightstand.
“What’s on your mind?”
“Basically,” I stood at the foot of the bed. “I don’t want this shit to get messy?—”
“It’s already messy, Marlon.” She said then leaned back in my bed again, spreading out and admiring her body in the mirror up above.
“Yeah, well. I don’t want it to be messier. So, I think it’s better we do this once and get it out our system.”
“Oh?”
“Obviously, we both got some shit built up between us. This way we can get our rocks off and get back to business. How that sound?”
“No dice.”
“No dice?”
She raised both her legs up, like a stripper, then clinked her heels together. I tried to hide how pleased I was that she kept them on.
“I like casual and everything, but once?With you? Nah. I need at least the rest of summer.”
“That ain’t a part of the equation. I’m fucked up enough about going there with you. Make it easy on me.”
“I don’t do easy,” another heel-click. “And I said what I wanted in the car.”
I groaned. “Look. I ain’t the sentimental type. I’m not gonna cuddle you or hold your hands or look into your eyes as we fuck. I ain’t tryna start no summer romance either. I brought you here to fuck. It’s either that or I call you an uber. Choose.”
