Page 25 of Indulge
I look him up and down.
“No. No, you don’t.”
I grab my purse from the couch and follow him up the stairs, and he opens the door to my bedroom.
“I have to go to work in the morning, so I might not be here when you wake up. Help yourself to breakfast, I’ll be back mid-morning. And then we can talk..”
I nod. I’m too tired to argue.
I step in and smile. It’s all a pastel pink and cream. The first bit of color I’ve seen in his house.
“Bella.”
I turn to face him.
“Yes, Reginald.”
He blinks at me. “That’s the first time my real name has ever sounded hot. Must be that sexy British accent of yours.”
I giggle.
“What did you want to ask?”
“You with that girl in London. Is that something you always do? Or?”
I bite my lip.
“Are you asking your fiancée if she likes dick or pussy?”
He runs a hand through his curls.
“I fucking guess I am, yeah.”
“Long answer or the short one?” I tilt my head.
“The real one.”
Okay. I like that.
“After he who shall not be named cheated on me. Part of our relationship was that he liked to share me with his friends. Men and women. After we split, I realized I only ever really got off with women. So, I carried on. I felt safe, I guess.”
His grip on the door handle tightens.
“Trust me. I still like dick. But it just has to be the right one. It’s not about who I’m sleeping with, it’s about how they make me feel.”
He gives me a small smile. I didn’t intend to tell him that part of me.
“Thank you for telling me.” He nods.
And then he backs away.
“Goodnight, hubby,” I tease.
“Night, Princess.”
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