Page 18 of Ask Me Something

“Are you there?” he asked.

“I’m processing.”

“You’re scared.”

“I’m not scared of anything.” That wasn’t true, but I definitely wasn’t letting him know it. “For your information, the last thing a woman wants to do when she’s pissed off with a man is to have sex with him.”

“That’s because you associate it with making love. A woman doesn’t want to show love and affection when she’s mad. This is angry sex, honey. Imagine putting all that irritation and frustration into a sexual act. I promise an orgasm will do more for your body than an argument ever could.”

“You’ve had a lot of angry sex, I take it?”

“There’s no other woman who pushes my buttons the way you do, so the answer would be no, but I’m kind of looking forward to it.”

I swallowed hard. “Okay, what’s next?” My voice betrayed that I was not yet recovered from rule number one.

“That’s it for today. Why don’t you think about it, and we’ll talk again tomorrow.”

“You’re teasing me with only one? I want to know all of them.”

“I think you need to learn some patience. We have plenty of time to talk about them over the next few days.”

“You’re kind of annoying me with the whole patience thing.”

“Come on, you didn’t honestly believe we’d go a day without irritating one another somehow, did you?”

“I foresee a lot of rule number one being evoked.” I had the pleasure of hearing his intake of breath and saying good bye on that note.

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