Page 29 of The Stud

Add another stat to the hate department.

The way he says my name.

Particularly my first.

Agreeing to let him use it whenever we’re alone,alonewas definitely a rookie mistake.

Kind of like getting turned on from watching his mouth lower to make the A sound in his native tongue.

Placing my purse on the edge of the table occurs in tandem with my announcing, “I’m here against my will.”

“What else is new?”

His snarky retort receives a sneer as well as a flash of my middle finger.

“Here?” He fakes a gasp while clutching onto his chest. “On the table?!” His fake appalment needlessly deepens. “What sort of man do you think I am?”

“A horny one.”

“Often.”

Laughter over his rebuttal is barely swallowed.

“However,ourfirst time together will not be on an uneven pool table.”

“Correct.” Removing my phone from my handbag precedes me adding. “It’ll be in your dreams because that shit is never happening.”

“I disagree.”

“I see I need to start covering my beverages around you.”

“Dark.”

“Hot Rocket wants me filming you out in the wild, so here I am.” A small shaking of my work phone is executed. “Here to capture you doing whatever it is you do –with your clothes on– at this thing.”

“Contrary to media belief I do not shag a broadskie at every social activity I attend.”

“So that wasn’t you at the club foundation’s masquerade ball earlier this year getting a hummer in your car from a bunny in a Venetian mask?”

Guilt instantly spreads through his complexion. “That…did…happen…yes.”

“And did you or did you not motorboat that trailer park princess skate chaser at the St. Patty’s Day parade?”

“She put her tits inmyface.” He innocently shrugs. “Her tits assaultedme.”

“Uh-huh, and the flight attendant who gave you a reach around at one of the charity Christmas parties?”

“That was Becks!”

“That gave you the reach around?” I playfully poke.

A small shake of his head is attached to him asking, “You are loving this, aren’t you?”

“I’m not,notloving the fact that I can disprove your previous claim.”

“I am not always pads deep in pussy. More often than not –especiallyat this particular gathering –this.” Frosky tips his chin at the table.“Thisis what I do.”

“Lose to yourself?”

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