Page 43 of The Comedown

His eyes open, lowering to meet mine as he twists his head my way.

“You really wanna know?”

I follow his lead by repeating his words back to him. “Fuck yeah.” But I’m not sure they’re as true as when he said them. I’m not sure about any of this. My panties are in worse shape now than they were yesterday, and it’s not just the car.

Julian releases his hold on my hands, telling me, “Drive.”

It wasn’t just the car yesterday either.

Collette

Fluorescent lighting gyrates through the windshield directly on our faces.

“I can’t go in there.”

“Why not? You too good for a strip club?”

I roll my eyes. “I can’t go inside because I’m not dressed for appearances.”

I have no makeup on, my hair isn’t done, and I’m in leather joggers, a loose sweatshirt, and a beanie for Christ’s sake. What I’m not wearing is a bra, and my sweatshirt has holes in it—everywhere.

“You look fuckable to me.”

That was the idea. I’m dressed to get undressed, very, very quickly.

Like I said though, not for public appearances.

“And yet you stopped me from actually getting fucked.”

“Pull down your pants. I’ll make sure you get fucked.”

Julian’s hard cock presses into my lower back as his breathing quickens.

“How kind of you,” I drawl as sarcastically as I can through my own breath change. It would be so easy to sit up and slide down his cock, right here, right now. It would be too easy. “But I already told you, I don’t fuck the talent.” Not when I have my own to look out for.

I lift the McLaren’s door, but Julian’s quick to fist the key before I can.

Standing outside and eyeing the building, I ask, “How do you know this place is discreet?”

“Because I’ll make it fucking discreet.”

I can only imagine what that’ll look like.

“You have the subtlety of a nuclear bomb, you know that?”

Julian follows me out albeit slower to adjust the erection in his jeans.

“What do you mean?”

I gesture at the car.

“This is too much? Your ex has his own PJ.”

“Don’t bring Bodee into this.”

“You’re the one that went to dinner with the guy.”

Don’t remind me, I want to say, but don’t. Can’t. I can, it’s just…better if I don’t. It’s easier.