Page 8 of Seven Year Itch
“I’m divorced, you idiot.” She flings my flannel back in my face. “I haven’t been with Randal for over a year.”
My jaw clenches at the mention of his name. If I hate Dakota by ten, I hate Randal by a million. However, it was easier to file Dakota away in the Married and Gone Forever category after we first met. Otherwise I might have been tempted to engage withher during my fuckboy phase when we first met. The woman drives me batshit crazy, and when she was married, she was a lot less bothersome.
“So, what... you’re here to find a new husband?” I ask with a quirk of my brow.
“Are you here to find a wife?” she volleys back.
“I come regularly for fun. You sure as fuck don’t.”
“Well, that’s true, this was my first time, but if you’re a member here, then don’t worry about it. I’ll just find another club.”
“Another club?” I feel breathless at the thought. “Why do you want to go to another club?”
“To stay away from you, ya creep!”
“I mean why are you suddenly so desperate to hang out at a sex club?”
“It’s none of your damn business, Calder,” she snaps and then shoves me against the wall to thrust her finger in my face. “And if you tell Max or Cozy about this, I will dismember you, got it? Your dick will be so fucked-up, the club will kick you out for scaring away their other members.”
Her chest presses up against me, and I can’t help but smile at her spark. God, I really do love to hate this woman. This raging nag was impossible to please on her house reno. I bet she’s impossible to please in the bedroom too.
“Tell me why you’re hanging out at sex clubs and your secret is safe with me, boss.” I quirk my brow at her. “Is this a midlife crisis?”
“I’m thirty-three, you asshole.” She jerks away from me.
“Exactly, you’re too young for this shit.”
“You’re like two years older than me!”
“And a hell of a lot more experienced, which is why I know that a place like this isn’t for a girl like you.”
“Like you know what kind of girl I am.”
“Oh, I’ve got some ideas,” I state with confidence. You really get to know someone when you work together on a renovation. And all it took was one damn setback to send her over the edge.Recalling that epic blowout we had all those years ago still gives me the chills.
“What did that guy say to you in there, anyways?”
“In where?”
“The theater room,” I snap, my patience wearing with every passing second. “What did he say to you to make you uncomfortable? I need to know.”
“Why?”
“Because I will beat his fucking face in and get him kicked out of this club if he was inappropriate.” I feel my shoulders tense as I grip my flannel in my hand and prepare for whatever comes out of her mouth next.
Dakota’s brows furrow, and I feel my own face falling in confusion. Why am I so worked up over this?Inappropriateis kind of the name of the game here. Yes, people are allowed to have boundaries and ask for consent, but coming to a place like this is designed to push you outside your comfort zone. I need to chill the fuck out.
“Won’t beating someone’s face in get you kicked out of this club too?” Dakota asks, her head tilting like she’s trying to figure me out.
I close my eyes and lick my lips. “Just tell me what he said to you. Please.”
“Apleasefrom Calder Fletcher. Has hell frozen over?” Her gaze moves down my naked chest and lingers over my abs, and I feel my cock stir with interest. Down, boy... She’s the devil. We don’t fuck the devil.
Dakota must take mercy on me, because she finally answers my question. “He asked if he could take a dump on my chest.”
My lips curl with disgust. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, and I swore I’d keep an open mind here tonight, but poop play is a hard limit for me.”
