Page 32 of Dirty Roxie
“Okay and were you just going to answer when he asked me a direct question?”
“He wouldn’t have asked you a direct question if you hadn’t interrupted and started talking.”
“That’s not the way I remember it.”
“Will you just stay quiet? Please? I can’t concentrate when you are yapping all the time.” I make the motion with my fingers, bringing the tips together with the tip of my thumb as though they are talking.
“You think I yap?”
I place my hand over her mouth to silence her. I just need a moment to think. Where she’s not so close to me, distracting me, and I’m not holding her hand or accidentally caressing her palm with my thumb. A moment where I don’t forget who we really are and lose myself too much in my Mr. Johnson role.
Roxie sticks her tongue out and licks my hand.
“Oh god.” I wipe my hand on my pants. “You don’t know where my hands have been.”
“You don’t know where my tongue has been.”
“Even worse.”
“Fancy-pants.”
I stare at her. She doesn’t back down. It makes me want to kiss her. Which is ridiculous given the circumstances and where we are. Yet somehow, I still find myself leaning in to capture her lips with mine.
The door to the room opens. I sit back in my seat and turn to see who it is. My first thought is:
Oh shit.
