“Interesting.”
He says the word like he’s never heard it before. When he laughs, you know you don’t want him to learn about your chit, never in a million years will he find out about that, because then he might laugh at you the way he’s laughing now and you wouldn’t like that one bit. He said he loved me, you want to say. How many of your whores have told you that?
“You’re a trip, kid. Interesting. All the free s*x you want, girls who won’t say no, and you write it off as interesting. Priceless.”
Cautiously, you ask him, “What if they did say no?”
His laughter cuts off as abruptly as a popped balloon and he frowns at you so hard, you grow uneasy beneath that gaze.
“I’m just—I mean…” You stare at the floor and shrug. “Maybe sometimes they don’t always feel like doing what you want to d
