Page 54 of Intoxicated
“Sometimes, the kind of sex a girl likes skirts the edge of… well, pain.” I give him one sultry wink to take his mind off thoughts of accidentally hurting me. I’d be pleased that a guy cares so much, but for one thing, I don’t believe him… and for another, I don’t have the wherewithal to deal with this right now.
He bites his lower lip. It’s not strong enough to get him hard again, no matter how much he thinks we’re gonna keep going. “Give me like… an hour… sorry, Princess. You were more of a Succubus again. When you get that way, I’m drained for…”
“There’s no need.” I turn away from him as if he’s utterly nothing to me. His hand instantly drops to the bed. “Consider it my thanks for letting me come up here on your dime.”
“Huh?”
I pick up my skirt and grab some toiletries from my overnight bag. “Is it all right if I leave these on your sink?” My travel kit is ready for his sink and shower. Mostly stuff I’ll throw away before I go back to Portland. I prefer to not bring mementos back with me. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Get the travel grime off me. Maybe think about what I want for dinner. Is there any decent curry around here?”
“Uh… I don’t need…payment…for…”
I don’t let him finish. It’s more than enough for me to shut the bathroom door behind me and flick on the fan. As I prepare to brush my teeth at his bathroom sink, I face my reflection. Flushed cheeks. Tousled hair. Wrinkled dress. I definitely look like I was up to no good.
“Got him,” I mouth to my sultry reflection. Fucking with men shouldn’t feel this good.
Hey, if I’m not milking him for his financial potential, then what am I doing? Let’s not pretend I’m suddenly having changes of heart because a guymighthave caught feelings for me. Let alone a man like Drew Benton, who makes his living ruining women like me.
We’ll see who breaks whose heart first.
