Page 167 of How to Win the Girl

“Is it kind of depressin’, isn’t it?” He pauses. “You know what just occurred to me?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t even know your last name. How can you be my girlfriend if I don’t know what your last name is?”

That’s a good question. “It’s Bennett. Daisy Bethany Bennett.”

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I swear. I won’t stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbors know my name.

“Want to come inside?”

Does a cow shit when it walks? “Love to.”

I follow Daisy into the dark kitchen, surprised when she doesn’t flip the light on so we can see better. There’s a small light glowing from another room—the bathroom, maybe? But not enough that I can see what the hell we’re doing.

“Where is everyone?” It’s quiet so I’m whispering.

Creepy quiet.

Even when no one is home at my house, someone usually forgets to turn the TV off.

“Gabby is probably at the bar, and Stella is probably at her on-again, off-agains to make it on again.”

She leads me to another room—the living room, that much I can distinguish simply based on the floor plan of the house—taking me by the hand, through a short hallway.

Flips on the light to her bedroom, my eyes immediately begin scanning it.

Beige walls.

White bedspread.

White pillows.

Desk by the closet but covered with makeup, hair stuff, and a mirror surrounded by lights.

No clothes on the floor as I would have expected, it’s tidy and picked up—the same way mine is.

I plop down on the bed and bounce up and down, not sure why we’re in the bedroom, considering the house is empty, and we could just as well go back into the living room and watch a movie or whatever.

Bedrooms are for fooling around and sleeping.

“What are we doing here?” I blurt out. “I thought we were going to watch a movie.”

Daisy shrugs, removing an earring and setting it on her desk. Then the other. “I’m not in the mood for a movie.”

Oh? “What are you in the mood for then?”

“You haven’t kissed me tonight. The bathroom doesn’t count.”

“’Cause I barely kissed you on the mouth.” I grin, remembering kissing her while I was down on my knees, lavishing her pussy with my hot tongue.

“Is that mind of yours always going to be in the gutter?”

I nod. “Firmly.”

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