Page 7 of Dirty Rock

“What is?” I sighed, scrunching my eyes shut and pushing my hands into the pockets of my jeans. I looked back up at her, trying to focus, but I was fucked. I couldn’t even remember what I’d put into my body since the gig had finished.

Julia took a controlled step closer on her black heel-type things.

“Have you ever thought there’s such a thing as having too much fun? So much that it makes you reckless.”

“Feeling like aFreak on a Leash,” I sang in the tune of Korn. “Party Police time.”

“After three years, Rhett, I’m getting a little bored of playing mother. Your blow job tonight is my mess to clean up in the media tomorrow when those two women go and sell their stories for nothing more than afternoon tea at The Savoy.”

I winced. “Is that all I’m worth?”

“You screwing random women is hardly an exclusive anymore.”

“What are you saying?” I clutched at my heart, feigning hurt.

“Joke around all you want, but reality will catch up with you eventually, Rhett.”

“Thisismy reality, sweetheart.”

“This might seem like fun now, but one day, maybe when you’re old with kids running around and a wife you adore somewhere, looking out on a sandy beach with your whole life behind you, you’ll look back on nights like this and hate yourself.”

“Kids?” I shuddered. “Good job you weren’t in here ten minutes ago. That kinda talk would have ruined a good orgasm.”

She sighed and gave me a look I already hated. “You know what? Forget it. It doesn’t matter. That’s not why I’m here.”

Was that… pity? She could take that out of the door with her obvious bad mood. “Then why are you here?”

Reaching into the back pocket of her jeans, she walked towards me with her super-short cropped black hair dragging my attention up to her head. Not many women could pull that look off, but she did. I think it was her perfectly symmetrical face and sharp cheekbones that made it seem like that style was made for her and nobody else in the entire universe. Still, I had to wonder what men grabbed onto when they fucked her. I loved nothing more than to twist a woman’s long hair around my fist, drag it back, and hold on while I rode her from behind.

“Rhett,” she said, her voice a little louder than before, pulling my attention back down to her eyes. “What are you staring at?”

I swayed a little. “Your hair.”

Julia reached up to push delicate fingers through it. “What about it?”

“Just wondering what a man uses to hold onto you while he fucks you from behind.”

“I should have known.” Her sigh was close enough for me to feel the breath of it across my cheeks, and when I looked up again, she was standing close to me. Too close.

Ooh. Wait.

Maybe not close enough.

Julia had delicate features. Her nose was slender, her skin the perfect, flawless colour of ivory, with only the tiniest hint of freckles across the bridge of that slender nose. The whites of her eyes were pure white, while mine were no doubt bloodshot to shit. I suddenly wanted her to stop talking and just let me drown in the sparkle of them for a moment.

“You have the prettiest brown eyes. Has anyone ever told you that?” I said without thought.

“Oh, yeah? Do my tits excite you, and does my arse make you want to sing?”

“If I tell you, I’ll have to kiss you.”

“Do those lineseverwork?”

“All the damn time.” I smirked, amused.

Julia’s smile finally betrayed her. Only briefly at first, but the evidence of her finding humour in my comebacks was at least there. “You’re sick.”

“Why are you here, Julia? I was about to have sex with twoveryforgettable women.”

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