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"Songbird, that's not how this works."
"Just this once it can be how it works. I need to get home, and you need to get to work. I just wanted to say thank you for last night."
He held her close and kissed her before pressing his forehead to her. "You don't have to thank me for that. I'm here for you, any time, any place. You never have to give me a blow job to say thank you."
"I know, it wasn't like that. I just wanted to."
He searched her eyes, making sure she was telling the truth. While he would never say no to a blow job, transactional sex was not the kind of relationship he was looking for.
"You sure?"
"I'm positive. I just woke up with a need for your dick in my mouth.” She batted her eyes at him and smirked. He was a goner. “Now I have to go get ready to spend the day with my mom and you need to go to work."
"Okay," he said, eyeing her carefully. "Will I see you later tonight?"
"I'm hoping so."
"Okay, I should be done by six, then I'm home for the night," he said.
"Sounds good, I'll see you later."
Then she gave him another quick kiss and left the shower just as quickly as she'd entered it.
When he heard the bathroom door close, he closed his eyes and let his head fall against the cool tile. "Fuck," he groaned out again.
Then he finished his shower and got ready for his day with a little more pep in his step. The sight of Sadie on her knees in the shower kept popping into his thoughts making him smile. It was going to be a good day.
CHAPTER 24
SADIE
Sadie sat at the diner waiting for her mom. They'd decided to meet for lunch. Glancing at her phone she saw that it was 12:30. She should be here any minute. She folded her straw wrapper into a tiny accordion because she didn't know what to do with her hands.
Her mom wasn’t a bad person. She'd been a good mother. But she was also certain her mom was here to have her keep the peace and make up with her sister. And Sadie wasn’t sure she could do that. She wasn't even sure she wanted to do that. Keeping the peace without actually talking about their problems was driving invisible wedges into her family. Sometimes she thought she was the only person who could see it that way. Which is probably why they usually accused her of being too sensitive, or dramatic, or whatever else they would say. They didn't want to face their fault and feel uncomfortable for even a moment. She was done with that. She was more than ready to leave that toxic behavior in the past.
The door opened and she looked up to see her mom entering the diner. She scanned the restaurant until she spotted Sadie. The genuine smile on her mother's face was apparent as she walked over to join her.
"Sorry I'm a few minutes late. Did you order yet, sweetheart?"
"Nope, not yet," she said as her mom picked up the menu.
"Are you guys ready to order?" asked Mae, as she came and stood next to the table.
"You go, I'll be ready."
"I'll have the club sandwich with fries," Sadie said.
"Oh, that sounds good, make it two," her mother said, shutting the menu and handing it to the waitress.
"Fries?" Sadie said to her calorie counting mom a little surprised.
"Oh, I'm trying something new."
"Oh yeah?" Sadie said bracing herself for the latest diet trend her mother was talking about. While her mom never commented on her body or tried to get her to diet, she herself was a full participant in diet culture and always had been.
"Yeah, it's called not giving a fuck."
Sadie nearly spit out her soda as she sputtered and wiped at her face with a napkin.
