Page 37 of Such A Bad Girl

“So,” Jill said, running a perfectly manicured fingertip up my forearm. “Are those other rumors true?”

“Which ones?” I laughed. “It’s Hollywood. This place is built on rumors, and plastic, and cocaine.”

She smiled shyly before answering, her finger running circles over my arm. “I heard a rumor about a secret sex club. I heard that lots of kinky stuff goes on there. I heard it was owned by the same people who own this club.”

“Why do you want to know, Jill? You like kinky stuff?” I teased her.

She laughed and tossed her hair over her shoulder before reaching over and putting her hand on my arm again.

“I knew it.” She winked. “Theo, do you have a naughty side?”

“Naughty? I’m not a toddler, Jill.”

“No, you most definitely are not,” she said, her fingers sliding down my arm and landing on my thigh.

I looked down at her hand as, inch by inch, she slowly slid it up higher towards my crotch.

I waited for my cock to respond and was pissed to feel nothing. Desperately, I needed a distraction from my thoughts of Everleigh. My cock was not cooperating.

Jill was beautiful and beyond sexy, not to mention that she was dressed like a fucking porn star tonight, wearing a barely-there black wispy dress that I was pretty sure had nothing going on underneath, considering the quick glimpses I’d gotten between her thighs as she crossed her legs earlier. Unfortunately, that voice of hers could have been sold as a tool for birth control.

I grabbed her hand before she could get to my cock and placed it back on the table.

“So, are you going to spill the secrets?” she asked, with a little pout on her lips.

“There are no secrets. They’re just rumors.”

She squinted at me, scrutinizing my words. I knew she didn’t believe me, but I didn’t really care.

“That’s too bad,” she said, pushing her tits out at me. “It sounded like a lot of fun. Especially if you were going to be there.”

I shrugged. “I hope you have fun here tonight, Jill. I need to get back to work, though. It was nice to see you again.”

“Theo? Can I have your phone number? Maybe we can get another drink before I leave town?”

I shrugged, pulling a business card out of my wallet and handing it to her.

She took and slipped it into the top of her dress suggestively. “Thanks,” she whispered, flashing me a seductive smile. “You know, Theo, I used to have a huge crush on you back in the day.”

“Did you?”

“Yeah, but you never seemed all that interested.”

“Yeah, I was a mess back then, Jill, I’m sorry.” That wasn’t a lie. Everything was a mess back then, especially me.

“That’s okay, we were young,” she shrugged. “I understand.” She put her hand on my thigh again and squeezed, the warmth of her palm spreading through the fabric. “What are you doing after work tonight? Maybe we can hang out and you can unwind a little?” She opened her thighs and grabbed my hand, pressing it against her bare pussy under her dress.

“Maybe,” I said, trying to muster some feelings from deep inside of my body. I waited for the familiar twitch of my cock, but nothing happened. Which made me almost want to grab her hand and pull her down into the temple just to prove that I hadn’t lost all semblance of my former self.

That I wasn’t completely ruined by finally touching Everleigh.

“I’ll text you my number,” she said. “In case, you know — you need a little release. You seem a bit tense.”

“Talk to you later,” I said, my head spinning. “Tell the bartender to put your drinks on my tab.”

I walked away, half-crazy with confusion.

Chapter Twenty

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