What the f**k just happened?
I lean against the wall, trying to catch my breath, while Calder holds his hand out to me as if we were just having a perfectly normal conversation.
"Ready for the rest of the tour?"
Like f**k I am. I can hardly stand upright. He just had his fingers inside me and now he wants to pretend like none of it ever happened? My breasts are still hanging out, for f**k's sake.
I straighten and quickly yank my dress back up.
"What the hell was that?" I say.
He withdraws his hand. "A lesson."
"A lesson?"
"You asked me why this painting was my favorite. I was only answering you." He rubs his jaw. "You seemed to be enjoying it well enough."
"You too," I counter, but honestly he doesn't look half as flustered as I feel. How the f**k did he manage that? I know he wan
