Page 14 of Mister Prick

He looked me in the eyes. “You’re not. This was a bad idea.”

He was right. I was trashed. Trashed and horny. My problem was that after seeing him without a shirt, I didn’t want to fuck him, I needed to. Desperate to get him to see things from my perspective, I began to plead my case. “Seriously. I’m okay. I mean, maybe not okay, but I can eat some crackers or something. A few pieces of bread.”

He chuckled. “Bread?”

“Uh huh.”

He glanced at my broken shoe, and then looked at my hand, which was gripping his muscular arm firmly.

“Bread isn’t going to make me comfortable. I might be a prick, but I’m not an insensitive prick. Sober up, get some sleep, and we’ll have dinner again sometime soon.”

“So, we’re not going to--”

He reached for his shirt. “No, we’re not.”

“Can I get a raincheck?”

“I’ll be in touch.”

I knew what that meant. It was over. My chance to ride the cock of the intriguing Vince Devoe had dwindled to nothing. “I’ll be in touch” was the same as having a parent say “we’ll see”. It meant “No, but I’m not wanting to tell you ‘no’ now, because you’ll be upset”.

My gaze fell to his feet. “Okay.”

As he pulled his shirt on, I stole one last look at what could have been. His chiseled physique was begging to be touched, but I didn’t dare. While he fastened the last button, I steadied myself and took one last look of admiration at him.

“How about a kiss?” I asked.

He leaned forward and kissed me on the forehead.

It was the final nail in my sexual coffin.

The forehead kiss.

As he reached for his mysterious bag, I raised my right hand. “Thanks, I had fun.”

He reached into the bag, pulled out the stacks of money he’d given me earlier, and stacked them on the end table. “You might want to do something with that.”

I’d completely forgotten about it. He was right, I was drunk.

“I will,” I said, my tone making my disappointment clear.

He turned toward the door, reached for the handle, and paused. “I’ll be in touch. Maybe we’ll do something later this week.”

I shrugged, wishing I had the upper hand. I needed to redeem my drunken self. Then, it came to me.

I met his gaze and grinned. “We’ll see.”