Page 161 of Driftwood Daffodil

That sounded right to me.

Atlee sucked in a deep breath, then let it out in a long huff. “Let me put it to you this way… there’s only one reason a guy makes a deal like this with a girl.”

“Because.. they prefer… killing women?”

He gave me a side eye and a light bulb went off in my mind, making my eyes widen.

Oh… so Gio was going to… do things to me. I didn’t like that. Was that even possible? How was something that big going to fit in my tiny little body. I was just one person. This might be too much. Taking beatings was one thing, but this? Just the thought of it caused my body temperature to drop. I could literally feel the blood drain from my face.

Something I assumed Atlee noticed because he tsked and shot me wink, “There we go.”

This wasn’t right. Atlee had to be wrong. “Gio hates me.”

He wanted me dead. He made that very clear.

“Do you have a pussy?”

“Yeah… but…”

“No,” he cut me off then repeated, “Do you have a pussy?”

I scoffed out a snort, “It’s not that simple.”

“Oh, but it is.”

“Come on,” I shot him a dirty look. “Attraction plays a part.”

He shook his head, “It really doesn’t.”

“Okay, but guys still have to get turned on…”

“Which comes with pussy.”

“But –”

“Pussy.”

“I mean –”

“Again, pussy.”

“There has to be –“

“Nope, just pussy.”

“Will you stop doing that,” I yelled while throwing my arms down. “You’re making this argument very frustrating.”

“Hey,” he slapped his palm over his heart. “I’m just being honest.”

“Well, I don’t like your version of honesty.”

He shrugged, “Then you shouldn’t have asked the question.”

Okay, he had a point there. But I think my first mistake was asking Atlee. Men couldn’t really be that simple, could they?

“So you’re saying all a guy needs…”

“Is pussy.”

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