“Ugh. Fine. Can I be frank?”
“Have you ever not been?”
I giggle. “True.” I take another breath. “I may have set a world record for the longest, most intense orgasm ever recorded. It may have registered on one of those earthquake scales.”
“The Richter Scale?”
“Yes, that’s the one.”
“And this is bad because?”
“It was so fucking intimate. I couldn’t deal. I completely flipped out.”
“Oh no. What did you do?”
“He was so…so…sweet afterward.” I saysweetlike it’s a dirty word. “First, he kissed me. When it was over. I’ve never kissed a man when it’s over. Then he wanted to take care of me, but I bolted. I didn’t even put my clothes back on. I threw on my coat and ran out. Well, I didn’t have clothes, just some sexy lingerie, but I shoved it all in my pocket and ran out the door as quickly as I could.”
“Was the sex rough?”
“Yes, why do you ask?”
“For men who like it rough, gentle aftercare is often simply part of their routine.”
“So you don’t think it was something special he was doing for me?” That actually makes me feel better about it.
“I’m not saying it wasn’t special for you, but aftercare is in fact often part of the routine for men who like it rough.”
“Fuck. Lie to me. Tell me I wasn’t special.”
“You’re legitimately the only person in the world who doesn’t want to be made to feel special.”
“I aim to be different.”
“Can we back up for a minute? I’d like a little background on this man. Tell me about him.”
“Okay, but you may not like it.”
“I’m not here to judge.”
“Don’t piss on my head and tell me it’s raining. You judge me all the time.”
“I’ve never heard that expression.”
“It’s a good one. You’re welcome.”
“It’s quite…ladylike.”
“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit, Dr. Pearl.”
She smiles. “Sarcasm is my love language, Jade. Now, tell me about him.”
I sigh. “He’stheguy.”
“I’m confused. Which guy?”
“The one who hit and ran on me four years ago. The one who I fucked in a closet at Reagan’s party and then he disappeared seconds later.”
“Let me get this straight. You were upset…”