Page 87 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

She shifts, leaning over to say something to the blonde.

You’re watching me? Creepy

Oh, word? NOW it’s creepy?

She smirks.

Yeah

Nice dress. You look like you tryna get chose

I already got chose

Act like it

She picks up her drink and takes a slow sip. Then—

Did you not see me turn them down?

I saw you smiling in niggas faces while you dressed like you wanna get put through a fucking mattress

A pause, and then—

That’s exactly what I want

Fuck her for making my dick hard.

I adjust myself under the table, shifting in my seat as she looks around again.

Keep on

What?

Keep fuckin with me if you want to

Her posture changes. Her face changes. Subtle, but I recognize it, because despite her best efforts to keep me at a distance, I’m starting to know her a little bit.

What are you gonna do?

There it is.

A challenge. Mind finna be all fucked up. I don’t understand how she spins me around like this. Or worse, why I let this shit happen to me. And just like that, I’m not here to call her out on her secrets anymore.

I’m here to remind her exactly who the fuck she belongs to.

I’ll drag yo ass up outta here. Don’t pmo

Lol relax. You’re a scientist

That ain’t what you be sayin when them legs are on my fuckin shoulders

She bites her lip.

Ok nerd

Smart ass mouth bout to get you in trouble

Don’t threaten me with a good time

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