Page 94 of The Auction
Another nudge with his boot. “Hey, you know why that is, right?”
“Yes,” I huffed. “It’s because of your big freaking dick doing damage to my poor virgin pussy.”
“Jules, seriously…”
Sex was not yet something I could get serious about. It was all still new to me. Which led me to another thought I had.
“We should each write a list.”
“Huh?”
“A list of our dos and don’ts. I read it in a book once and I think it will set some clear expectations up front.”
“Expectations about what?”
I leaned forward over the small, round table, lest we be overheard. “Sex, dummy.”
“I don’t have any expectations about sex. It is what it is.”
Another roll of my eyes. “Such a guy thing to say. I’m just saying, if we list out all the stuff we would or would not consider, it might help us navigate things in the bedroom better. I heard the number one reason marriages break up is because of money, but sex is number two.”
“You heard that? From who?”
“Duh, the internet. I’m going to get a pen. Hold on.”
I hopped up from our table and made my way to thebar. But instead of Pete behind the bar, it was Jackson Talley.
“Hey, Juliette,” he said.
“Hey. I didn’t know you worked here.”
“Helping out for Pete. He fell off a step stool and broke his wrist. Nancy over at the clinic wants him off his feet. Also, the tips aren’t bad. What can I get you?”
“Uh, I’ll guess we’ll take another round.” Booze would probably help our conversation along. “Tap beer for Creed and I’ll have another white wine. Also, you got a pen back there?”
He looked around the cash register, found one, and handed it to me. Then he poured my wine and pulled a beer from the tap.
“What’s the pen for?”
“Sex list,” I told him.
He nodded, unfazed. “Good luck with that.”
“Put this on Creed’s tab,” I told him, and took our drinks back to the table.
I liked how Creed was watching me during the short walk back to the table. Geesh, he really did love this dress.
I set the beer in front of him and he gave me a little stink eye. “I’m driving.”
“Last one,” I said. “But I think we need liquid encouragement if we’re going to do this.”
Pushing a napkin towards him, I reconsidered for a second and gave him three napkins. As a man of the world, he probably had way more experience. Then I handed him the pen.
“Okay, write down all your dos related to sex.”
He looked down at the cocktail napkins, then back up at me. “I’m going to need another napkin.”
“Fine,” I sighed. “Write down all your don’ts.”
