Page 123 of Callan

A smile threads through his gaze.

“What was the question?”

“Uh… Yeah. The question. Was she too loud and theatrical? Or was it that good?”

He looks down, his eyes smiling.

“What do you think?”

“I used to think it was that good.”

He looks at me again.

“And now?”

“After seeing her, I think it may have been good, but she is a bit of an actress.”

“You’re saying she was faking it?”

My cheeks burn.

“That was not what I was saying.”

I stall.

“You were jealous of her?”

I nod, wanting to come clean.

I also want him to be truthful.

“I thought she had a great time. So, yes, I was.”

“Other than her being loud, what made you think that?”

Shrugging, I put my cup of tea down.

“The entire setup. It appeared that you only met for sex.”

“You don’t seem too convinced about that now…” he comments, his eyes making me lower my stare.

He grips my fingers and squeezes them slightly.

“Do you want to find out how great it feels?” he asks, studying me through his dark lashes, a taunting smile on his lips.

A flareup of lust burns at my edges.

“Fucking me against the wall?” I say quietly, indulging in that fantasy.

My back against the wall, his body against me.

“Can I get you something else?”

The hostess startles me, pulling me out of my head.

I flick my eyes up.

A smiling face looks at me, and I can’t say a thing.

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