Page 70 of I Won't Be In On Monday

"There's no way that you would go down on me right here, right now," I stare at him. "You are a top attorney in the city. You're not going to do that."

"You don't think I would?" He chuckles. "Thank you, June," he says as she brings two glasses of water and two menus to the table.

"You're welcome. I'll be back in a couple of minutes to take your order."

"Sounds great." He looks over at me. "Are you issuing me another challenge?"

"No. I'm not issuing you another challenge, but I know you, Remington. There's no way you're going to do that. You are kind of stiff."

"I should be offended by that," he says, sitting back. "What does that mean?"

"I mean, you're the sort of guy who takes propriety very seriously. You are not about to..."

I watch as he drops his napkin on the floor. "Oops," he says as he bends down to pick it up. He sits back up straight. "What were you saying?"

"I was just saying that you're not going to go under the table and go down on me."

"You know many things don't you, Juniper Hardman?"

"Yes, I do. I know that two plus two is four. I know that the colors of the rainbow are ROY G. BIV. I know that the first two elements of the periodic table are hydrogen and helium."

"Enough," he says. “We’re not in class, and I'm not Canyon.”

"What does Canyon have to do with this?"

"She'd appreciate you being a teacher. I only appreciate you being a teacher in bed."

“What does that mean?"

"It means I like to role play, and I'd love to be..." He pauses. "Maybe I should back up. I don't want to make myself any harder than I already am."

"Exactly," I say. "You do not want to do that because who knows when you'll next be able to relieve yourself."

He stares at me for a couple of seconds and grabs my hand. "You're telling me if I asked you to go with me to the restroom right now, get on your knees and give me a blowjob, you wouldn't?"

"No, I would not," I say. "Definitely not."

"What? Even if I begged you?"

"I don't care if you begged me in a million different languages, Remington. There's no way I would go with you to the bathroom right now and give you a blowjob."

He grins. "What if I challenge you?"

"What do you mean, if you challenge me? I'm not accepting the challenge."

“What if I said I would give you a hundred bucks?"

I burst out laughing then. "I might be broke, but I'm not going to give you a blowjob for a hundred bucks."

"A thousand?" he says.

"Nope."

"10,000?"

"No."

“What if I offered you a million dollars for a blowjob in the bathroom?"

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