Page 34 of His Good Girl
His grip tightens as he drags me closer to him. “No! You aren’t going anywhere.”
“But you are. You have court.”
It hangs there between us. He knows he has to go. He has no choice, or the trial he’s been working so hard on for months will be shot to hell. This is closing. Hehasto be there.
“Please don’t leave. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I nod just to get him to back off and let me wallow in how pathetic I am. God, he must think I’m so unworldly and inexperienced. I’m the worst sex he’s ever engaged in, and he won’t leave so I can be embarrassed in private.
He huffs out a breath and lets me go, running his hand through his hair again in agitation. “Don’t. Leave.” He jabs his finger at me.
Turning from him, I don’t answer, relieved when he finally storms out of the ladies' room at the precise moment when everyone seems to be arriving at work. Glaring at my reflection, I’m a mess. Tears have stained my cheeks, my bottom lip is swollen from biting it while he was fucking me, my clothes are creased, and my shirt is hanging out of the top of my skirt.
“What happened?” Rue asks, barreling into the ladies’ like a pit bull. “Was it John? I’ll fucking kill him.”
“It wasn’t John. And hi, by the way.”
She glares at me. “You’re a mess. Tell me what happened.”
“How do you know anything happened?”
She purses her lips before blowing out a breath. “Logan asked me to check on you.”
I freeze. “Has he gone?”
She nods slowly. “Logan?”
Nodding back, I don’t even know what to say.
“Fuck, Serena,” she breathes.
“It’s not what you think…”
“Then what? Did you consent?” Her question raises a lot of apprehension in my already painfully anxious body. She folds her arms over her chest as she stares at me.
“No, I mean, no…”
“No?” she roars. “Jesus, Serena. Tell Allison. Go to the police, you can’t…”
“No, it’s not like that. My heart said yes, but my head was saying no.”
We lock gazes. “You actually said no.”
Tears pool in my eyes again as I nod. “But I didn’t mean it. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do it, it was more that I wasn’t ready for it that way.”
“Same fucking difference!”
“No, it’s not. Listen to me!” I push my fingers against my eyes, trying to get my thoughts in a concise order so I can tell her it wasn’t non-consensual. At least, not in the way she thinks it was.
“I wanted it,” I say calmly. “I did. But I’m inexperienced and scared. I need time to work up to that. He didn’t give me the time I needed, even though I wanted to want it. Fuck. This still isn’t coming out right.”
“I’m going to ask you this once. Did he rape you?”
“No.”
She inhales and exhales. “So your mouth said no, but your body said yes?”
“Yes.”
