Page 109 of Trailer Trash

Bastard.

“Okay, but I’m telling you now, Killian. It won’t happen.”

“We’ll see.”

At the restaurant, I shift in my seat, adjusting for my new accessory. I’m still angry that he ignored me. I could remove it in the bathroom, but some stubborn, embarrassingly aroused part of me wants to prove I can handle it.

Killian watches from across the table, his eyes smoldering. “I’m already losing my mind watching you squirm,” he murmurs.

I cup my elbows and smile shyly, but I won’t let him control everything or think he can just boss me around.

That plug does feel... I don’t know.

That isn’t important. I can’t believe we’re here. On a date.

“It’s a fancy place, but I don’t put out on the first date.”

“You will. You love cock.”

I gasp, but a smile breaks through. “Only yours.”

He shrugs, as calm as can be. “I know. I’ve ruined you for other men.”

“Oh! Wow. Someone is full of himself!” I laugh dramatically, then sip my water. “I’m not into arrogant guys.”

“What kind of guys are you into?” His eyes are intense and sincere.

Toxic and wearing a crooked smile.

But I don’t say that. I think back to the conversation with Jaxson, wondering how this will differ.

“I like a gentleman.”

“Do you like stroking a guy’s hair all night?”

My mouth gapes.

“Uh, what?” I act dumb. I feel dumb. He was awake that night.

Ting, ting.

My gaze darts to my phone, and damn, I’m glad it interrupted at this exact moment.

I find a text.

Evan: Check this out.

Evan: Picture of an office door with his name on it. Underneath reads “Store Manager.”

Whoa. I’m surprised he got a management job, but I guess he really is changing.

“Who is it?” Killian asks.

I set my phone on the table.

“Keysha,” I lie. I don’t want drama tonight. I just want it to be about us on our first date. “I never asked you this, but what do you like in a girl?”

“You.”