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Yep, this is doomed to fail. I'm not sure I care at this point. All I can think about is Wilder running his hands through my hair while his dick is in my mouth.
Nope. I'm not doing this today. I'm going to go see Loretta, and I'm going to get my mind off Wild Cox. Wilder. Wilder Cox.
Except I should change my underwear first because I'm still not over last night. If you know what I mean.
"Well, well, well," Pierre drawls. "Look what the cat dragged in on her day off. You here for more bush whacking?"
"No," I frown. "I'm here to see if Loretta dropped off my check."
Pierre ruffles around in the desk drawer before handing over an envelope. "Don't spend it all in one place."
I stare at Loretta's flamboyant nephew. I really could use a male perspective. Er—any perspective other than my own.
"Can we talk?" I purse my lips.
"You and me?"
I nod. "Yeah. I have a problem."
"With the gorgeous, tall, well-hung bad boy?"
"He is so well hung," I groan as I plop into a chair, "it's all I can think about."
Pierre sits beside me and crosses one leg over the other. "Spill. All the deets."
"We've been fighting for years," I confess. "And all this time I thought I hated him, but I don't."
"Foreplay," Pierre winks. "Sexy."
"Ugh," I run a hand over my face. "We had sex, and it was amazing. But then I asked him to come over tonight because my parents are out of town and he said, and I quote, 'We'll see'."
Pierre sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. "Those two words are never good."
"Right?" I exhale. "Cash used to say them to me all the time. And I don't want to assume all boys are the same—"
"All boys are the same," Pierre interjects. "But you're young. The world is your oyster."
"I know that," I swallow hard, "but I think I feel things for Wilder that I never felt for Cash. It's not just the sex. It's like I don't have to pretend when I'm with Wilder."
"Didn't the Allred boy dump you?" He taps a finger on his chin.
"Yeah," I shrug.
"Then what's the problem?"
"I just told you the problem."
"No," Pierre shakes his head. "You bitched about having sex with a boy you've been having rigorous foreplay with for years. He didn't ask you to go steady. He didn't ask you to be his girlfriend. Don't make it something it's not."
"You're right," I take a deep breath, my heart aching. "Wilder isn't mine. It was just a second sexual encounter. I can't expect him to—"
"There was another sexual encounter?" he gasps.
I smile. "Yeah."
"People always tell you to be careful with your heart when you're young," Pierre sighs dreamily, "but I say fuck it. You don't get many chances to love recklessly. If you're going to do it, do it now."
"Yeah?" I furrow my brow.
