Page 91 of Pretty Please Me
I convinced Trent to let me drive back to the hotel, and he was hesitant at first, but I think he knew it was the only hope of him having any chance with me tonight, so he finally relented. He was probably okay to drive, but after the drive over, I wasn’t going to take any chances.
“Wow, this is incredible,” Trent says as he steps into the suite. “I guess yoga studios are more profitable than I realized. You must really be doing well for yourself.” He sits on the sofa and rubs the cushion next to him.
I kick off my shoes and remove my earrings, placing them in a glass bowl by the sink. I don’t want to tell him about Sam, but I don’t want to lie to him and say that I paid for this outlandish suite either. If this does turn into something, he’ll eventually find out that hotel rooms like this are not in my price range. I decide to go with a half-truth. “This is actually a gift from a close friend of mine. He knew I needed somewhere to stay for the week because my apartment and yoga studio are under construction, so he offered me this. He’s pretty rich, so it’s not really a big deal.”
I smile as I sit down beside him, unsure of what to do with my arms. I try to lean one on the couch’s arm, but it’s too low, and the back of the sofa is too high to feel natural. I finally just cross them in my lap. Great, now I look like a debutante sitting pretty at a ball, not sexy at all…
“That’s cool. I wish I had rich friends to buy me stuff.” Trent laughs as he props his feet on the coffee table, making himself at home.
The gesture irritates me. How does he feel so comfortable right now? Meanwhile, I can’t even figure out what to do with my hands?
“I couldn’t help but notice Samantha wasn’t at the reunion.” I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. As soon as I hear the words, my stomach recoils in embarrassment, but Trent doesn’t seem to be bothered.
“Yeah, she’s been traveling a good bit since the divorce. I guess she’s doing all the things she wanted to do before she settled down. She met someone, I think. I guess she was too good for me after all.” He scoots closer and brushes his thumb over my cheek, and my shoulders tense for a moment before I force myself to relax.
“That must be hard to end such a long relationship. I’m sorry you’ve had to deal with that.”
Trent shrugs. “It’s fine. I mean, what are you going to do? It’s annoying when two people agree to something, and someone decides they want something different, but all I can control is me, you know? She’s the one who changed the rules on me. I held up my end of the bargain.”
I feel a rush of defensiveness wash over me at his words, and even though I realize he’s talking about his situation, I can’t help but compare what he said to my own. “Yeah, but don’t you think you should be flexible and reevaluate your goals together rather than sticking to rules you made when you were eighteen?” My tone is sharp, and Trent jumps in surprise.
His eyebrows knit together, and he rubs his hand over my knee. “Wedding vows aren’t exactly rules. We both knew what we were signing up for when we said, ‘I do.’ Sometimes people realize they want different things, and they’re better off alone–”
“Or they could have a conversation and be open to hearing alternatives and create a new plan that works for both of them. Things don’t always have to be black and white all the time. You never know. Things could work out better than you ever imagined if you’re open-minded…” My voice trails off, and I wipe a fallen tear with the back of my hand.
“I’m sorry, Maggie. I don’t know what you’re saying. Are you trying to convince me to get back together with Samantha? Because we’re both happier now and–”
“No, I’m sorry, Trent.” I shake my head. “I was out of line. Forget I said anything. I’m obviously not the relationship expert, now, am I?”
His eyes narrow as he studies me, glancing down at my lips. “Maggie, would it be okay if I kissed you?”
I suck in a breath and nod, ignoring how my stomach twists into a knot as Trent leans in. His wet lips brush against mine, and I have to fight the urge to wipe the excess spit from my mouth. He opens his mouth and drives in his tongue, then pulls it out, licking my lips before pressing his mouth back to mine.
My eyes fly open in shock as I try to settle into the kiss and kiss him back, soft and slow. If he notices our differing kissing strategies, he doesn’t show it because he just shoves his tongue in my mouth again and makes the licking motion repeatedly, no matter how much I try to show him what I like.
Then he’s on top of me, hands pulling at my dress as he pushes himself closer and closer. My head sinks into the side of the couch arm as I realize I’ve backed away from him as far as I can. Now, we’re both laying down on the couch… or he’s lying on top of me rather.
Trent slides his clammy palms up my leg as he grinds his hard length into me, reading my squirming as desire.
“Trent–” I try to speak, but he sucks my tongue and moans in pleasure at the sound of his name.
His hands feel wrong, and everything tonight feels wrong, but I still want to wash myself of Sam’s touch and replace it. I want to make a new memory around sex, so I can get over him and move on with my life. If that means I need to be patient with Trent, then that’s what I’ll do.
I hook my leg around his waist and spin myself so that I’m on top of him, finally able to breathe. “Whoa, you really know what you’re doing.” He waggles his eyebrows, and I inwardly cringe, but I’m committed, so I kiss him slowly and finally give up after he licks me again. I’m just going to have to take what I want. I don’t need all the foreplay and dirty talk. I just need to close my eyes and focus.
I push myself up and try to unzip my dress, but my hands can’t reach the zipper, so I unbuckle his belt and start removing his pants. Trent lets out an excited giggle, and I feel my vagina dry up as repulsion rips through me. I stare at his average-sized penis, and time seems to come to a standstill. The reality of the moment hits me like a tidal wave, and I crawl off him, unable to tear my gaze away.
There’s nothing wrong with him, but it just feels wrong. That’s not my dick. I don’t want to put it in my mouth. I don’t even want to touch it. I want nothing more than to wrap it back up and send it on its way with a polite yet firm goodbye.
“You okay?” Trent asks, staring at me with confusion as I realize I’m still staring at his dick in terror like it’s an intruder in my home.
I shake my head and smooth down my dress. “Yeah. I’m fine.” My eyes meet his, and I hate that I can’t follow through with it. “I’m so sorry, Trent. I can’t do this.” I climb off the sofa and cross my arms over my chest, looking down at my feet to give him some privacy to adjust his clothing. “I thought I could do it, but I’m not ready.” I look up for a moment to see him zipping his pants. “It’s not you. I’m in love with someone else, and I’m not ready…” I let out a sigh as I admit, “I don’t know that I’ll ever be ready.”
When I look up again, Trent’s fully clothed, and his cheeks are pink with embarrassment. I feel awful, but I won’t sleep with him just because he wants to. That’s the old Maggie.
“It’s… uh… it’s fine, Maggie. Really.” Trent shoves his hands in his pocket and walks toward the door. “You know, I… never mind. It’s your loss.” He picks up his keys and gives me an awkward salute. “For the record, the guys and I had a bet that one of us could hook up with you at the reunion. I guess I’ll have to tell Malone he won.” He shakes his head, and my jaw drops at his confession.
“I guess the rumors were true. Gaggy Maggy is as bland as white toast. Nice tits, though.” The door clinks closed, and I stand there in shocked silence.
