Page 3 of Unbossly Manners

Then an idea hit me.

“Why don’t you tell me what you like,” I said. Tit-for-tat. I may not like him that much, but if this jerk taught me how to give good head, I’d be able to pleasure the next guy. A guy I actually liked.

“I’m not a fucking tutor. Now come on. I’m getting blue balls.”

I flinched, slapped by his words.

That was it. A girl could only handle so much dick in one night. I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t fucking want to… #metoo and all that. It was clear the only reason he’d slobbered all over me for a half-hour was to get to this point.

“Forget it.” I stood.

“You can’t just stop,” he whined.

“I can stop whenever the hell I want,” I snapped. “I’m not going down on a guy who’s yelling at me and treating me like shit.”

I went to the front door, but then I remembered I lived here. I didn’t have to leave.

But he was staying here, too.

“I took care of you, Peyton.” His eyes slid down to my skirt.

I swallowed a bitter laugh. “That was the worst head I’ve ever gotten.”

“Don’t lie because you’re mad. I know you liked it.”

“Why? Because I came? I faked it so you’d stop slobbering all over me.”

His eyes widened and he ground his jaw, assessing if I was telling the truth.

“Fuck you,” he said.

“Real mature, Chip.” I snatched my shoes from the floor where I’d kicked them off when we’d come in from our date, hot and heavy, with what seemed like a completely different person. It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Let’s just forget it,” I said. “I’m tired.”

I headed to my bedroom, but he blocked my path. He wore only his graphic tee, his flaccid penis flopping between his legs.

“You’re not staying here,” he scoffed, hands on his hips, penis waving hello.

“This is my apartment,” I said, my voice shaking.

“It’s my sister’s apartment,” he corrected. “She was going to tell you tomorrow; she’s kicking you out.”

“Bullshit. I’m tired.” The weight of the evening and the two glasses of wine drained my energy. All I wanted was to crawl into bed.

“I’m not lying. I’m gonna stay in the city for a while and she said she was tired of you freeloading.”

I barely knew Winona. She was a friend of my roommate from my freshman year in college. I hadn’t met her until I moved in. I was only meant to stay a month until I found something permanent. I’d had no idea that rent in the city was more than one months' pay at my new job. My mom had offered to help, but I’d refused. I wanted to do this on my own.

Winona had been generous to let me stay two extra months, only paying utilities. I’d been expecting this day to come, I just didn’t know it would happen this minute.

Chip’s shoulders tensed, his eyes shadowed with anger. I shook, furious, and a little scared. Even if I got inside my room and locked the door, I wouldn’t be able to sleep. Not with him out here.

I snatched my purse, but when I reached inside, my phone wasn’t there. Crap. I’d left it at work in my excitement to meet Chip for the date.

“Don’t be a creep, Chip. Come on. I’m sorry.”

He crossed his arms and glared.

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