Page 53 of David

He’s versed in reading people and doesn’t need much to reach a swift conclusion.

But in my case, the canvas is pretty much blank––there isn’t much to see.

I’m not the woman he brought here with him tonight, nor the call girl Rain Sexton once was.

What are the odds of me knowing so much about him while he doesn’t have a shred of information about me?

Rain may have been young and inexperienced when she met him, but she was also consumed with that gnawing feeling that she would never get over her ex.

She ravenously indulged in plotting her revenge when she collided with his life.

She was a meteorite, while I am more of a breeze. He never knows which way I go.

There was a blaze with her, although their feelings weren’t deeper than the shallow grave in which they buried their affair. But they were significant enough to keep the sexual firestorm alive.

Maybe he’s looking to relive that experience, rekindle that fire inside him. Maybe the woman waiting for him outside, and others like her, have never fulfilled that side of him.

A deep sigh quivers inside me, yet I let nothing out.

I’m not the woman for him.

But I might still be something.

He seems intrigued by what he sees on my face.

“Is the man outside your boyfriend?” he asks.

He’s still searching for clues in my case, not knowing that I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole.

That doesn’t mean I’m not attracted to him.

What makes things worse is that the more interested he is in me, the more attracted I am to him.

A moth drawn to a flame.That’s what I am. Entirely oblivious to the possibility of changing my life for a thrill.

I wouldn’t get into this story without a modicum of knowledge on how to satisfy this man.

And physically satisfying him is my last concern.

He is a big boy.

He knows how to find pleasure in a woman’s body.

Truthfully, I want to know what makes him tick.

What got him so entangled in Rain’s story that he considered marrying her at some point?

Nothing good, I suppose.

Regardless, I know too much about him to just consider him a random guy.

“The man outside is a new friend I made tonight.”

His eyebrows tilt slightly, his lips holding a secret smile despite looking stern.

Too stern.

“A friend?”

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