Page 34 of Ward Willing
Are you fucking kidding me?
My eyes flick to her Doc Martens briefly before they find some object in the distance to focus on.
Why is Zoe wearing a garter? Is she wearing it for Scotty? Ishethe one who dominates her? What else is she wearing underneath her clothes, and why do I want to see it so badly?
I imagine it. Just for a second.
Asking Zoe to see me after class.
Pressing her up onto my desk.
Running my hand up her thighs and finding the garter clip, running my fingers over her bare skin…
Demanding to know who dominates her if it’s notme.
Fuck,I can’t start thinking like this. I can’t gothereagain.
You were all about my pleasure that night.
My pen cracks in my hand and ink spills all over my quiz results and NDA. Which is fine because I need to leave anyway.
With a quick adjustment, I hide my erection under my belt and stand up as Orion continues lecturing, ignoring the way I can feel Zoe’s eyes on my back the entire time as I walk to the door.
* * *
A loud knock on my office door startles me, and I grunt for the person to enter.
Orion swaggers in, a rueful smile playing on his lips as he comes and sits down, legs spread wide, in my spare office chair.
I ignore him, my gold pen hovering over the yellow legal pad with one hand as the other—the one stained with ink—adjusts my glasses.
“So, are we going to talk about it?” Orion asks.
I sigh and lean back. “About what? About how I now knowwaytoo much information about Zoe, thanks to you?”
Orion chuckles. “Sorry, man. I thought you knew.”
My mouth drops open. “How the fuck would I know sheenjoys being dominated?”
I’d never told anyone about that night in Catalina and assumed she hadn’t, either. It wasourlittle pocket of indecency. I liked that no one else knew.
Liked that she’s my dirty, little secret.
“She’s never mentioned it?”
I scoff. “Yes, because the topic of submission and domination comes up all the time at the dinner table.”
Orion laughs—truly laughs with his head thrown back.
Despite being irritated with him, I can’t help but be impressed with the way he led the class today. He struggled to hold down a job for years, and at one point, I wondered if he’d drink himself to death. He was an idiot when he was younger, but he’s turning out alright, I guess.
“I figured you put two and two together when we started hanging out together.”
My face pales. “Have you two?—”
“God, no. I mean, we go to munches together sometimes. We run in the same circles.”
“What the fuck is a munch?” I ask, appalled that my youngest brother knows more about Zoe’s sexual behavior than I do.
