Chapter Three“s**t, do you have a c****m?” he asks, the cool façade he had so carefully constructed crumbling suddenly.
“No. But I’m clean, are you?” Clearly, this must be the wine talking. I may be on the pill but I only just found out his name a short while ago. If he has any sense, he’ll refuse but I am way too far gone to care about the consequences.
“Yes. Are you sure about this?” His voice is trembling with built up tension, aching for release. Even so, I get the impression that he would respect it if I said no.
Lifting my butt off the table slightly, I wiggle off the last bit of frilly red mesh which had been covering the remainder of my modesty.
Giving him my most seductive look, I breathe: “Yes, absolutely!”
The naughty grin from before makes a reappearance on his face. Looks
