“Never a neon pink one though,” he adds with a wink. “It’s also not the first time I’ve seen a woman masturbate…although—”
I cut him off, eking out, “Please just ignore me for the rest of your life, okay?”
He licks his lips, still grinning. “I would, but you keep buzzing.”
Jesus Christ.I watch in horror as his eyes peruse down my roll-up-shaped body, stopping somewhere near…
Oh god.“It’s nothing,” I groan. “I was using an electronic nail file.”
What the fuck am I saying?
“Kinky,” he tosses out and does exactly what I knew he would.
Wells begins patting around the blanket to find the culprit before I feel him get it in his grip, and then suddenly, it’s silent.
“That’s better.” He winks, but I try to scoot further down under the blanket so my face is covered again.
“Quit,” he complains way too cutely, staring into my eyes.
“You quit. This is humiliating enough without you making fun of me.”
He boops my nose. “I’m not making fun. I’m just glad to see we had an effect on you this morning. Unless it was the sunrise that got you going?”
I can’t help how my body responds to what he just said, coupled with the way he’s looking at me. So I do what feels natural and scowl at him.
He chuckles. “Listen, I came up here to ask you a question, but—”
I cut him off. “I won’t be taking any questions at this time. Thank you. Please close the door as you leave. And speak of this to no one.”
His head tilts, but he doesn’t move. It’s as if he’s debating what I just said.Except, why?He just needs to leave.
“You’re not really in a position to give demands,” he says, but as if it’s almost to himself. My eyes grow wide as he finishes, “I think we should trade my silence for your answer to my question.”
I scoff, briefly realizing that I probably look like one of those Russian dolls. “You’re setting conditions?”
He holds up my fucking dick. “Uh, yeah, because I was assaulted. There’s a billboard a mile down the road for a personal injury attorney. Maybe I should take a hot girl walk and find out how to protect my rights.”
“Oh my god,” I grind out, just wanting this to be over. “Fine. Ask your question.”
The smile on his face grows wider. “Well, now I have two.”
I shake my head, but really, there’s no way out of this but through, so I spit out, “Go. Ask. Hurry up.”
Wells stands, his gaze angled down at me as he crosses his arms.
“First, is your sister full of shit, or are you interested?”
Oh fuck. His candor takes me by surprise and sobers me up from my master-embarrassment. It’s also suddenly scorching in this blanket burrito.
What did she say to them downstairs?
All I know is that I can’t answer this. I’m not ready to answer this.Shit.
“What do you mean, interested?” pops out from my lips before he cuts even closer to the boning.
“We want to fuck you, Margot. I know you know that.” I’m nodding but kind of feeling like I’m floating as he continues. “We’d like to show you everything you’ve missed out on for the last twenty years. Starting tonight. So what I’m asking is, are you down?”
I can feel my chest rising and falling, but the words aren’t ready. Because am I down? I am. But am I brave enough to say that?
