Page 38 of Seeds of Malice

She pauses, then shakes her head and giggles. "No, but I don't know. I'm not used to alcohol."

"Don't worry. You're fine. Plus, this bottle is too good to waste," I assert.

She takes a sip.

I fill mine, take a gulp, then set it down.

She blurts out, "Did you and Cindy used to have orgies?"

I freeze, arching my eyebrows in shock. I didn't expect that to ever come out of her mouth.

Maybe she isn't as innocent as I thought?

"S-sorry, I-I just..." she stutters.

"You just what?"

"She said a lot of stuff yesterday, and it got me thinking. I've just been wondering, and I should have asked you last night, but I didn't and?—"

I put my finger over her lips.

She nervously stares at me.

"No, we haven't. I told you, Cindy's a liar."

But I'm the liar. I've had tons of orgies with Cindy. Anything you can think of, we've done. But it's not just Cindy. Lots of women have done whatever I've wanted.

Relief fills Ivy's expression. She's so damn cute, I want to kiss her again. My cock's harder than a rock, and I need some relief. Today's going well, so it's time for her to pay the piper. Once I make her feel guilty again, she'll be more than willing to make it up to me.

I drop my voice, whining, "I feel like you think really badly of me, as if I have some immoral things about me. I'm unsure what to do so that you don't think that, because that's not who I am."

Worry filters over her features. She claims, "I didn't mean that, Dax."

"Are you sure? I wonder if you think I'm not good enough for you. I mean, I guess I can understand why if you think I'm just a male whore, but?—"

"I didn't say that."

"Well, you're making me feel like one," I say, to lay it on thick.

"Dax, no. I swear I don't think that. I just want to clarify what Cindy said, that's all," she insists.

I stay quiet and tap my champagne flute, staring at it.

She slides her hand over my cheek. "Dax, please. Please believe me."

I slowly turn to her. "I want you to trust me, Ivy. I don't want you to think things about me that aren't true. And, well, never mind," I say, looking away.

"No, tell me," she urges.

I continue to stare at the shoreline. I have this game down so well, she's never going to stand a chance. And she reacts exactly how I expect her to.

She puts her hand on my thigh, and it's not very far from my cock. It takes all I have not to grab her and take her down to the bedroom.

She pleads, "Dax, please. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel this way."

"We should get something straight," I assert.

"What?" She wrinkles her forehead.

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