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She goes back to change, and I take time to build the courage to ask, “Do you still sleep with him?”
She pops her head out. “Would it upset you if I said yes?”
“No. I am just curious.”
She smiles. “If you say so. But you’re in luck. Since you’ve been in the picture, I don’t think he’s slept with anyone. Which is so unlike him.”
“What do you mean?”
She returns, this time dressed in a slightly longer skirt that hides her panties and a lace shirt. It’s short but looks phenomenal on her. Quite honestly, anything she wears would.
Daphne assesses herself in the mirror, running her hands over the material again. “We had a schedule. Sometimes it would be sporadic, but I usually knew when he’d want me.”
“And did you enjoy it?”
She chokes out a laugh. “Dawson is the best fuck I have ever had. Plus, he’s a decent man.”
“He is, huh?” I say.
Daphne steps back into the change room after I give her the thumbs up. It isn’t long until she walks back out, and her phone starts ringing.
“Daphne, you have a call,” I tell her.
“Could you answer it? I won’t be long.” Okay, that’s weird and kind of awkward, but I lift her phone to my ear. “Hello.”
“This isn’t Daphne.” His voice is like butter, smooth and silky.
“Um, no, she’ll just be a second,” I tell the man.
“Honey?”
“Dawson?”
“Yes,” he answers. “Why are you with Daphne?”
“Shewanted help finding clothes.”
“You two are shopping together? It doesn’t bother you that I’ve fucked her?” he asks.
“Should it?”
He doesn’t seem to have an answer to that. Being in the line of business he is, I doubt jealousy is a thing. So does he think it would bother me because I’m not in that business?
“How was your date? I hope he at least made you come…hard. That’s what I intended to do.”
That’s one way to change the subject.
“Would it bother you if I said yes?” I ask, repeating Daphne’s earlier question.
“Yes. I may very well find him and… kill him.”
“That’s a joke, right?” He stays quiet on the other end, not answering me. “But, no, he broke it off with me, actually. I have to talk to you about that.”
“Good. You can do better anyway. And why? What did he do to you?” I can hear the feral edge to his tone. I look back to the change room.
Maybe Daphne wasn’t lying.
Maybe I mean something to Dawson.
