“You’re not coming with me,” she snapped, angry that he was trying to unilaterally change the universal code of totally meaningless one-night-stands. “End of discussion.”
He stood still, studying her body language. Man, she was as cold as ice all of a sudden, and it was a jarring contrast to her heated writhing and moaning of less than five minutes before.
“I’m really not?” he said carefully.
“No.” She stuck her feet into her shoes. “You’re staying here and looking for your next fuck.”
Dumbfounded, he stared at her. “My next…”
“Yeah. Your next willing female. A handsome boy like you, you have your choice, I’m sure, so you can still do it in a bed tonight, if you want.” She nodded over at the far corner. “Oh, look. There’s a bed right over there, just waiting for you and your next mark
