Chapter Six
THE TAKEAWAY DEBRIS is scattered around us on the bedroom floor. Pizza box, the carton from the garlic bread, empty sachets that once contained garlic mayo, sweet chili, sour cream and chives. I glance about the room as I take a drink of the complimentary cola the shop sent over along with the food.
I set my plastic cup on the bedside table and dredge up what is left of my manners. “Do either of you want a coffee?”
Two pairs of blue eyes regard me with a mixture of amusement and desire. They both shake their heads.
“Maybe later,” suggests Dan. “After.”
“After...?” My body is sated, spent. Surely, they don’t want to continue.
“After we f**k you,” puts in James, by way of clarification.
Despite my fatigue, my p***y clenches in anticipation. Maybe I’m not so tired after all
