Page 23 of Trust Issues
That stomach bug must have taken more out of me than I realized. I shook my head and looked at a wide-eyed Tiana who stood in my office practically knocking her knees together from fear.
“You can’t only be tenacious when it comes to work, beautiful.” I touched her chin then opened the door for her to see herself out.
“Can I come to your place later tonight?” She tipped her chin up and stared me right in the eyes as she asked.
Cute.
“Only if you’re prepared to get fucked a few times and then never speak of it again.”
“I can deal with that,” she lied, pulling her shoulders back and straightening her spine.
“We’ll see. I’ll text you when I decide.”
“Wow. Seriously?” She scoffed.
“Tiana, office sex isn’t a relationship. I won’t waste my time or yours with relationship behavior. If you can’t handle that, let me know.” I watched her slender neck as she swallowed back a million words I’m sure she’d love to hurl at my head.
She narrowed her eyes and said, “I can handle it.”
“Cool. I’ll text you.”
“Wait, Max, what about the account?” She asked, pausing at the open door.
“What about it? It has nothing to do with anything extra we have going on.” I didn’t know if she wanted to haul off and slap me or fuck me. Either way, I would have been entertained.
I seemed to have a way of working women’s nerves and pissing them off beyond belief. Some how it worked out for me though and they always gave me what I wanted. Whenever a woman was insistent on a relationship, even after I gave her the-I don’t-do-relationships speech, I made her hate me. I made her loathe the ground I walked on.
Those weren’t my proudest moments but they were necessary. Under no fucking circumstances did I want a relationship. I didn’t trust women as far as I could throw them. I’d been hurt before and it taught me a valuable lesson.
There were no women worth loving.
I watched Tiana storm out of my office and I knew without a doubt that I’d be fucking her by the end of the night. I didn’t want her beyond a few late-night sessions, so I didn’t plan to wine or dine her.
She was different from Sadie. I wanted to keep Sadie around for a little while I just didn’t want to give her a title. I figured I’d have her out of my system in a month.
Since Sadie was on my mind, I decided to send her a text to see what she was up to tomorrow night. I liked to plan my dates with her ahead of time. Tiana was the type of woman I’d fuck with ten minutes notice. Sadie was the type I’d plan a date for a day in advance. No woman I ever met was worth anything beyond that.
I picked up my phone and opened my messages.
Me: Busy tomorrow? I’d love to take you out for dinner.
Sadie: I’m free.
Me: Sounds good. Can I pick you up around 8PM?
Sadie: Of course, Max. See you then. Maybe we can end up back at my place or yours…doesn’t matter.
Me: Let’s say we’ll end up at my place.
Sadie: Deal.
I smirked a little at my phone and then opened up a text to Owen. I had to warn him ahead of time to stay the hell out of my apartment so Sadie and I wouldn’t walk in on him stealing food from my kitchen. He’d absolutely kill the whole mood. I’d have to throw the entire date in the trash and start over. I was tired of starting over with Sadie. I was ready to fuck her. It was way past time.
Me: Yo, stay the fuck out of my place tomorrow night. I’m having Sadie over.
Little Bro: The Sadie you’re not serious about?
Me: Yes. Her. Stay away.
