He wasn’t having it. I quickly found his arm around my lower back and his firm hand gripping the side of my outer thigh, perilously close to my ass, and pulling me in tight.
“Gotta make room,” he whispered against my ear, in a soft, flimsy excuse. “Come on now Maya,” he cajoled, giving my ass a squeeze. “I thought we were really bonding back there,” he whispered expectantly, causing a shiver to course through me. “I thought we were past all of that.”
I couldn’t help but feel like I was the little black and white cat in a Pepe Le Pew cartoon and Pace was being a f*****g skunk.
But I always kind of liked that cartoon and secretly rooted for poor, amorous Pepe.
I could hear the frown in his voice, the emotional manipulation as he tried to make me feel bad for trying to get away from him.
