Page 15 of Wicked

As he cleans the lightly dazed mess’s wounds, he asks where she is from.

“I am from New York City,” she says. “A city in America, the Land of the Free. I am writing a travel article on your fine country. I am twenty-three, and I amstill a virgin.”

I cough loudly, and the doctor looks at me.

I lift a hand as if to apologize and I mumble to the universe. Having a virgin tossed in my path is not ideal; it’s not going to happen. I have no time to get distracted or tempted by…

“No fucking way,” I mumble low, walking away and starting to pace.

I have always had good instincts, and things are starting to feel wrong.

“Well, young Raven, you seem to be slightly concussed. I’m unsure about the remedyfor your virginity. That is another matter.”

I stare out the window, and I am over babysitting the sweet girl next door, and I have few to no good bones in my body. I build empires, and I claim women.

End of story.

As the doctor stands with his bag, he smiles at me and says farewell in Italian. He then pauses by the door.

I’m about to complain when her big blue eyes home in on me,pleading.

“This gentleman will keep you awake, Raven. Do you understand?”

Raven nods, thanks him, and goes to pay.

The doctor tells her there will be no fee, and then he is gone. Gone, leaving me stuck with the virgin. I rub my temple and the only slither of goodness in me is dragged from the darkest part of my consciousness.

The virgin stands awkwardly and bows to me. “Thank you.” She then extends her hand. “How do you do?”

Her hand is still covered in drying mud. Not concussed, my arse. I’m screwed and my evening is gone. “Dante,” I say theatrically, “and it would appear I’m at your service.”

I am clearly in an alternate universe, and now with a fucking virgin.

Therefore, what is the point in playing along normally? I may as well join in with the ridiculous theatrics. I decide I need several stiff Campari and sodas to shake off the madness.

It will do two important things. Divert my imagination away from her, and her riding my cock, and calm me down.

I rub the back of my neck and consider the evening ahead.

So not deep in her, and so not teaching her how to come or when to hold back.

Also, how to ride climaxes for twice as long as normal. And all the tricks I know but have hidden deep away.

I walk to the open arched window and calculate rescheduling my lost evening. I was hoping to check designs and see if I could trim another under-performing fashion brand within my company, then redirect a hundred million to another and balance out resources and staff.

That plan is now screwed, like me. Turning, I find the virgin swaying and getting ready to step into the bath. The only thing is, she is nowhalf-naked.

As she pulls the last leg from her shorts, she starts to topple over.

As she awkwardly spins, I move fast, and she drops into my outstretched arms. Her head is an inch away from the iron bath.

Our lips, again, are also inches away.

I know the universe has it in for me, and I feel pissed. In my work, I utilize logic and probability. The concept of a hot virgin thrown in my path and lips so close to mine twice is against the odds.

“Fucking universe,” I say as I lift the innocent and helpless woman. Her Caribbean blue eyes sparkle, and she is only inches away.

“Grazie, Dante!”

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