Page 65 of I Won't Be In On Monday

“What are you talking about? When did I ever do that?”

“When I was at your house, I overheard a conversation.”

I stare at her for a couple of seconds and shake my head. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“There was a lady you were speaking to. I guess she wanted to go on a date that night, maybe have sex or something. And you really wanted to. But you were telling her you were with me, and I guess maybe she got upset, and you were like, ‘Oh, you have nothing to be upset about. I would never do anything with Juniper.’”

I blink for a couple of seconds. “You were listening to my conversation?”

“Not on purpose. I was about to come back in, and then I realized you were on the phone, so I waited. But you were loud.”

“I wasn’t saying that because I wasn’t attracted to you or because I could never see anything happening. I was just saying that to let her down gently.” I grab Juniper by the neck and bring her towards me again. “I think you're fucking sexy as hell. I want to take you right here, right now. You can feel how hard I am, so you know I'm not lying. But I respect you, and I care about you.I want to ensure that I don't ruin whatever it is that we have just because I want to feel myself inside of you.”

She blushes a delicious color of pink, and I grin. “You see, you're too innocent for me. Even now, when we haven't really done anything, you're blushing. You're shy. Nervous.”

“I’m not that nervous,” she says, running her finger down my chest. “Maybe I want those things, as well. Maybe I’m okay going a little further than just a little kiss.”

“What we had was more than just a little kiss,” I say, chuckling. “My cock was nearly inside of you.”

“And maybe I’m okay with that,” she says. “Why don't you actually ask me before making decisions for me?”

“So, what are you saying?” I blink at her. “Are you saying that you?—”

“Well, right now I'm saying that I want to get something to eat, so maybe put your shirt on, and let's go grab some food.”

“Oh, okay.” I'm disappointed now. “So, the other stuff is on or off the table?”

“What other stuff?” She blinks at me.

“You know, like me giving you your first orgasm.” I grin at her.

“I’ve had orgasms before, Remington.” She bursts out laughing. “I'm a virgin. Not new to the world of pleasure.”

I stare at her for a couple of seconds. “So, did these orgasms come from a boyfriend or a vibrator?”

She grins. “A very good vibrator that my best friend Poppy got me years ago.”

“I'm better than a vibrator,” I say, happy at her response. “Not that I like to boast.”

“I don’t know if you know how good vibrators are. I've been told by many friends who have had plenty of sex that men don't usually give them as much pleasure as the vibrators do.”

“Trust me,” I say, growling. “I consider that a challenge. And one day, I will prove to you that I am better than any vibrator that ever existed.”

“Oh, yeah?” she says, licking her lips nervously. “You'll prove that to me, will you?”

“I will.” My eyes are sparkling now at the look in her face. “Something tells me that you're up for that challenge.”

“I don't know if I am,” she says, looking away. “Maybe.”

“Maybe, huh?” I'm about to ask her if she wants to come over the next evening when my phone rings.

“You can take that,” she says.

I look down at the number and see that it's Abigail, a woman I had gone on a couple of dates with a few months ago. They'd gone pretty well, but then she'd had to jet over to India for a yoga retreat that she was teaching. “No, I'm not going to take this,” I say.

“Take it. It’s fine,” she says.

I answer the phone. “Hello.”

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