Page 65 of The Baby Bargain
That's normal. Ish. Or is it not sexy enough?
"All you need for that guy is a time and place. He'll show up," Chase says.
I clear my throat.
"He wants to fuck you. That's it."
"I need someone who will commit to fucking me a lot." My cheeks flare. Chase is so difficult. He's acting like he doesn't have an attitude, but he does.
"You wanted my help—"
"Your help, not your judgment."
"I'm not—"
"You are." My face flames. "You think there's something wrong with me wanting panty-melting sex."
"I don't."
"You obviously do." My fingers dig into the table. "Or you wouldn't have this attitude."
He's quiet for a moment.
Which is so…
UGH.
Who does he think he is, judging me in silence?
God, he thinks he knows everything.
He doesn't.
I…
He…
Ugh.
Deep breath.
Slow exhale.
Chase is helping me.
I asked him to help me.
I asked him for a favor.
I can't snap now. Even if he's so—
"It's not that." His voice softens.
"Yes it is." My voice gets snippy. I don't recognize it. I never get snippy. "I'm the one doing this. I'm having sex with this guy. Unprotected sex. And if I want a guy who will make that hot and dirty and nothing else, then I'll fuck that guy." Blood rushes through my veins. I stand. Press my palms together.
Pace.
My body is buzzing in the strangest way. It's not quite desire, but it's an equally potent rush.
