Page 35 of His Good Girl
“Did you O?”
“Oh, yes,” I admit with a soft moan at remembering my pussy clench around his long, thick cock.
“Okay, I think I’m starting to understand this a little bit.”
“I’m glad you are because I’m still confused.” Giving her a shaky smile, she returns it.
“You want him, he definitely wants you, but he pushed you too far, too fast. It’s okay, Serena. And it’s okay to tell him that.”
“I did.”
“What did he say?”
“Not a lot. I think I scared him off. He’s used to dealing with women with far more poise than me. To him, I’m a child who he regrets getting involved with.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head. “He was torn up just now.”
“Then why did you think he’d hurt me?”
She shrugs. “I was confused. You were all over the place, I didn’t know what to think.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t you fucking dare apologize. You’re allowed to be scattered. This is huge. What are you going to do?”
“I want to quit, but he said not to.”
“Then he definitely doesn’t regret getting involved with you. Don’t you think he’d want to ship you out immediately if he was on that bus? Do you want him? I mean, in the larger sense?”
“That’s the million-dollar question,” I murmur. “There was this thing between us on Saturday night. He saved me from my stupid ex, who was being a bit handsy.”
“Wait? What? When?”
“When I went to the toilet. But he was drunk, and I was tipsy, and he left after he said some things. Ever since then, I haven’t been able to get him out of my head.”
Rue sighs and wraps her arms around me. “You’ve got it bad.”
“No kidding. He’s…everything.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.”
“Come, let’s get you cleaned up and back to your desk.”
I let her sort my clothes out and dab my eyes. She’s like a mother hen, and I think she quite enjoys the role.
“Thank you, Rue. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
“I’ve got you, boo. Do you want to come to mine later? Spend the night?”
Warily, I consider her offer.
“Look, I’m not asking you to stay up all night and chit-chat, you can go to bed and just not be alone.”
“You’re sweet, but I think I’ll be okay.” To be honest, I want to go home in case Logan wants me. I want to be ready if he wants to talk or whatever. I’m so fucking lost in him; it makes me feel even worse about our encounter. My fantasy was us being together and me being perfect and active during the sex. Instead, I was useless and probably turned him off me for life. I blew it, all because I can’t forget what happened to me.
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
