I turn toward the front door and lead her out. We awkwardly hug goodbye, and she looks like she wants to say something else, but I thank her for coming again and shut the door before she has a chance. Whatever she has to say to me right now, I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want pity. I don’t want questions. I want a woman who’s going to suck up some of the pain I’m feeling, and then I want to come home and sleep for a week.Thenmaybe I’ll have the energy to fix this shitshow I’ve created.
I go to head up the stairs, but a knock on the door stops me. My brows pinch, and I go to the door and swing it open.
Mae is standing there with her head held high and a determination in her eyes that puzzles me.
“You forget something?” I ask.
“Where are you planning on going?”
“What?”
She repeats herself, slowly as if I actually didn’t understand her, and she swallows when she’s finished.
I debate on lying to her, but I’ve had enough of the bullshit for one day.
“Paddles. It’s a club down—”
“I know where it is,” she says, taking a step toward me. “Don’t go.”
My eyes narrow, and when I open my mouth, she presses her palm into my lips and flattens her chest against me.
“You owe me,” she whispers, her eyes flicking around my face. “Don’t you think?”
I pull her hand from my mouth and quirk a brow. “You want me to repay you by not going to a club?” My eyes lower to her chest, and I finger a lock of her hair.
Mae swallows and takes too long to answer. My cock swells as I run my hands down her sides. “What are you trying to do? Save some poor girl from spending a night with me?”
“Something like that.”
She shivers when I tuck my fingers into her jeans, and I lean into her and breathe in the scent of lavender shampoo. “Just tell me you want me, Mouse. Cut the bullshit.”
She pulls back so I’ll look at her, moving her eyes between my chest and my face. “Wouldn’t that ruin it for you?”
I know exactly what she means, and the answer comes to me instantaneously, but I take my time to respond. I’m not sure how she feels about it. I have a pretty good idea of what she likes, but I don’t know how far her bad-boy fantasies extend.
“No,” I finally say. “Not anymore. I want you to want me.”
She nods and flattens her hands on my chest. “I want you.”
“Why?” I squint into her chocolate irises as if they hold the answer.
“Because, I…” Mae breaks eye contact and thinks for a minute. When she brings her gaze back to me, her eyes get serious. “Do not fucking make fun of me.”
I raise my brows. “Yes, ma’am.”
“I mean it. Just promise me you won’t make a smartass comment or judge me in any way.”
My lips already tug into a smile at her sauciness, but I sober myself and nod. “Okay. I promise.”
She bites her lip, and I stifle a laugh.
“Spit it out, Mouse.”
She lets go of her lip and sighs. “You give me really good orgasms.”
I laugh, and she slaps my chest. “What the fuck, Victor?”
“I’m sorry. You’re just really cute.”