I don’t answer. She continues to palm my flaccid dick, looking for signs of life, but little Twitch doesn’t want what’s on the menu tonight. Little Twitch’s tastes have changed. Trying to get a reaction out of me, she squeezes my dick hard and digs her nails in. I snarl and bare my teeth at her. Her eyes flare in excitement. This has gone on too long.
Placing my palm over her face, I push back, hard. She stumbles back in her heels and falls on her ass. “That what you want, Ling? You want it rough? Fuck off. I’m not in the mood.”
Chest heaving, still seated on the floor, her face flames. Walking over to her, I offer her my hand, but she slaps it away.
The little woman has too much pride in her. She’ll never learn.
Standing, she smooths down the front of her dress and asks in perfect calm, “You fucking someone?”
No hesitation. “Yeah.”
“You wanna keep her?”
Ling knows me well. She’s an observer. I scratch my chin absently. “Yeah. I’m keeping this one.”
Her face displays stunned disbelief. Clearly not the answer the she was expecting. Then a small smile spreads across her lips. A calculating smile. “It’s her, isn’t it?”
My face devoids. “Who?”
Ling smirks, “Her. The girl who came to the office. Lexi.” Her eyes darken. “You know. The one you watch.”
I don’t like her tone. Anger surges through me.
Crossing the room in a quick stride, I place my hand at her throat and walk her back into the wall until she hits it with a small thud. Squeezing tight enough to warn, but not enough to hurt her, I’ve never been so serious in my life when I threaten, “Ling, I swear, if you fuck this up for me…” Her eyes full of lust, she bites her lip. Leaning forward, I whisper, “I will fucking kill you.”
I squeeze her throat hard a moment before I let go. But Ling doesn’t take the hint. Smiling, she looks up at me through hooded eyes and whispers back, “We can still have fun though. I don’t care if you want her too. No one knows me like you do. No one knows what I like.”
Rolling my eyes, I call bullshit. “Not true. I know you’re fucking Happy.” And about ten other guys.
Her cheeks turn pink. “He’s not like you.”
I bark out a humourless laugh and nod once. “Yeah. He has a heart.”
Ling has unusual tastes. Maybe that’s why I liked her. For a while. There was a time I thought we were one in the same, but it didn’t take long to see that everything I thought I liked about her now just pisses me off.
Reaching forward and taking my hand, she guides it under her dress to her bare * and gyrates, masturbating against my loose fingers. Her eyes flutters closed. She grinds against me and moans out, “Do it.”
This would normally turn me on. Normally.
I know what she wants. I’m so fucking agitated right now that I could. But that would mean she’s won.
Not happening.
Looking around the room in a bored fashion, I sigh, “You gonna be done soon? I got shit to do.”
Her eyes snap open; hurt shines there. She recovers quickly, rubbing her wet * onto my open palm. “Come on, baby. Help me. You used to love this.” Her statement sounds more like a plea.
Not able to take any more of this shit, I pull my hand out from under her skirt and tell her firmly but quietly, “Enough. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
Her pretty face changes to something ugly and vicious. Taking both her small hands, she pushes at my shoulders. “Fuck you, Twitch! You think you’re the only guy that can please me? Well, you’re fucking wrong! I can get any guy. Any guy I want!”
I chuckle at the fact that she’s just contradicted herself and shake my head. “Yeah. Okay. Can you take your bitch-fit outside? Like I said, I got shit to do.”
Turning my back on her, I listen to her heels clip-clop away before my office door is slammed shut. Sitting back down in my chair, the first thing that comes to mind is the sweet smile of a woman I should never have had.
My cock stirs.
Running a hand down my face, I think long and hard about what needs to be done, all the while knowing I won’t ever let her go.
For the second time in a row, I contemplate what the heck I’m doing in my car, just beside the parking lot of Falcon Plastics. Before I can chicken out, I grab my purse and shuffle out of my car, making sure to memorize the reason I’m here. Or, that is, the reason I say I’m here.
Checking my wrist watch, the time reads 5:46pm and I wonder if anyone will actually be there. The thought that I’ve missed everyone comes as a great relief.
Yeah, because you don’t want to see the gorgeous tattooed hunk who fucks like a pro.
What’s the point in denying I like the guy? What I’m doing here has everything to do with that. I want to start fresh, and I know the only way to do that with someone like Twitch is to make the first move.
Approaching the double doors, I pull and meet resistance. My brain cheers and skips, while smiling big and saying, ‘Oh well! We tried! Better luck next time!’.