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“Why? Don’t you like it?” he asks silkily.
“No, that’s probably the word for streetwalker or cum dumpster or something,” I grumble.
His hand skims my hip and the rest of my body quivers, throbs, tingles, and yearns for the same treatment.
“I can teach you. While I fuck you. I think you’d still let me,” he says and that wakes me up. I pull out of his grasp.
I cross my arms over my chest and glower down at him. “Right, you called me cheap, and now, you’re calling me easy? ” I say in my best offended Southern woman voice.
“I wasn’t calling you easy, but if you are …” He raises he eyebrows suggestively. “I’ll overlook the cheap and even take you back to my room,” he drawls with an amused smirk on his face.
I have never itched to slap someone more than I do right now.
“Fuck you!” I spit.
“See? We want the same thing,” he quips with a grin that’s cold as ice.
“You must be in a world of pain to act like that. You’re a total asshole and you should be ashamed that you take joy in trying to make people feel small. You failed, by the way. Goodnight.” I spin on my stupid heels and walk with as much ass shaking as I can back to my table.
“Ugh, who cares?” I mumble as I arrive back at my table full of strangers and no Cass.
“No luck?” my doggedly gossipy neighbor asks when I sit down. “Don’t worry, he looks like he would break you in half,” she says with a conspiratorial wink.
That’s exactly what I’d been hoping.
I drop down in my seat and grab one of the sesame rolls from the breadbasket and slather it with the fancy butter that’s served with every
meal here. I’m about to take another huge bite when I remember the little joint I dropped in my purse, and I decide that I’ll just do another one of the things on the Confidence Gone Wild list.
I grab my purse and head toward the back of the tent. When I get to his table near the rear exit, I give him as wide a berth as I can when I walk past him and push the flap of the tent open.
“Where are you going?” His hand is around my wrist and it brings me to a jerking halt that nearly sends me tumbling into his lap. I brace myself with a hand on his shoulder.
“None of your business, you rude man. And if you’re thinking about apologizing, you can save it. I’ll never forgive you.” I yank hard.
He doesn’t let go.
“It’s not safe out there. The path is uneven and the steps are slick,” he says.
“Thanks for the tip. I’ll make sure to break my neck,” I say with as much asperity as I can muster, and he has the grace to wince.
“What? I thought you’d like the thought of that,” I grit out and pull my arm again—in vain. “Let go. You can’t manhandle me like this,” I say when his grip only gets tighter.
“I’m not manhandling you,” he says, but his grip on my arm loosens, “and I’m not letting you go until you turn around and head back into the party. Think of all the potential benefactors you’ll miss out on if you plunge to your death,” he says sarcastically.
“Are you actually making fun of me?” My anger is reaching a boiling point. I need to get out of here. I narrow my eyes at him. “If you don’t let me go, I’m going to scream,” I threaten.
He lets go immediately, and I see a flash of worry in his eyes. I recall my gossipy table-mate’s comments about him and his wife and immediately feel guilty.
“I wasn’t really going to scream. I just wanted you to let go,” I say quickly. Then I Square my shoulders and look down my nose at him. “Enjoy being miserable. Sorry I ever met you. Goodbye,” I say and turn to leave.
“If you insist on going, I’ll go with you,” he says and starts to stand up.
“No, you will not,” I say and rush out of the tent before he’s fully on his feet.
I slip my nude sling backs off my feet and fumble until I have a good grip on the railing of the staircase. It’s dark and the moon is the only source of light, but the path is completely canopied in trees so in the places where the leaves are dense, it’s pitch black. The sound of the sea is very close; the breeze whips up the skirt of my salmon-colored dress. I love this dress. I can’t believe he insulted the way I’m dressed.
“For God’s sake, wait. This is actually completely crazy,” he calls after me.
