Page 36 of David's Love

“I didn’t give up on that. Not my book. And not the archaeological dig sites. It’s just that I have to be more pragmatic about these things.”

“Speaking of that. Who pays for your trip?”

“Them,” I say quickly. “The company.”

A few moments pass.

“I don’t understand. Why do you have to go there if the job is here?’

“It’s an international company, and they want to assess our skills and compatibility with that world. Anyway. I think we’re getting ahead of ourselves. There are no guarantees I’ll be getting that job. It’s just an opportunity I don’t want to miss. It doesn’t cost me anything. And if it works out, I might get a new job. Something different than selling clothes in a store. I could have something more stable when I graduate. You know… I’m thinking about the future.”

The more I talk, the more persuasive I become. And I start to believe what I’m saying.

“All right,” she says. “Is that the only thing you wanted to discuss? You were talking about the Halloween parties.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s the only thing I wanted to run by you. I wanted to talk to you before declining Chloe’s invitation.”

I frankly feel relieved that my mother bought the story, although convincing Chloe might not be easy.

I’m hoping that because my mother bought it, she’ll regard it less suspiciously.

And I still need to go to Thea’s party.

That’s going to be a busy week.

Oh, boy.

6

DAVID

“What is my favorite girl doing?”I murmur, watching Elizabeth lean back into a stack of pillows.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

Her red hair looks like moving blood against the white sheets, touching the swell of her breasts.

She has a naughty smile on her face, her eyes glistening with heat.

“I miss you,” she says as if playing a game.

We are playing a game. She’s my sugar baby, and I enjoy it as much as she does.

“Miss me?” I say, flashing a knowing smile while setting my drink on the coffee table and relaxing on the couch.

Her eyes slide over my ropy forearms and my watch as I cross my arms over my chest.

“You missed my dick,” I say, laughing, and her cheeks turn red.

“What else are you missing?” I ask.

She cocks an eyebrow at me.

“Honestly?” she asks, pushing upright.

Her tits bounce, and I have a perfect view from her ruby lips, chiseled collarbones, and smooth neck to the spot between her legs.

My blood runs faster, my mouth watering.

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