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“It’s rarely what you’d call making love.”
“So it’s sex. Do you like it?”
“Of course,” Tessa answered, remembering what turned her on about Martine. “I like that her body is different from a man’s. I like the way she touches me, the way she licks my cunt, and scratches me with her fingernails. It’s just sometimes… her attitude….” She didn’t want to say more.
“And her attitude is what?”
She thought a moment before replying, “Overbearing,” the only word that seemed to work.
Miles eyes lightened mischievously, “You mean Dominant.”
“Yes, I suppose so.”
“I’m surprised that bothers you,” he said.
“I know. It doesn’t seem reasonable—considering how much I like you controlling me. But you’re different.” She didn’t want to discuss the matter more, but Miles pressed her.
“I’d like to see her whip you sometime,” he said, as the moved toward the elevators. “And I will fuck her,” he added.
Tessa stopped her tracks.
“That bothers you?” Miles asked.
“Are you going up with me?” she asked, ignoring the question.
“No, I’m not going up,” he said. “Now answer my question.”
“And if I don’t?”
“You can have my belt across your ass right here?” He sounded serious.
Turning toward him like a pouting schoolgirl, she gazed at him, trying to fend off the threatening tears, “You know, you can have any woman you want, why would you suddenly want Martine?”
“Yes, I can have any woman I want. But that’s not what I asked the question. Tell me, does it bother you that I want Martine?”
She knew the right answer and the real one, and finally responded with the truth, “Yes, it does.”
“Good,” he said, “that’s all the more reason for me to have her.” His words were laced with arrogance that she didn’t like. “Where does she work?” he asked.
“At the museum.”
“With you?”
“No, in acquisitions.”
The elevator, creeping like a ponderous dinosaur, came to a rattling halt once again. As the doors jerked open, Tessa saw it rescuing her from a conversation she wanted ended. Though as she waved to good-bye, she feared that more than just the conversation was finished. It seemed a time of innocence with Miles was ending too. She watched a strangely winsome grin flash across his face, before he disappeared from view, and shivered, suddenly cold as ice.
***
Two days later, Martine came barging into the apartment after work, ready for a major proclamation. She loved the drama of outrageous pronouncement, and this one was high drama indeed—Tessa could tell before she said a word.
“He came to see me today,” Martine said. Like two darts meant to hurt, her eyes shot through Tessa’s blank, unknowing face.
“Who?”
“Your boyfriend, silly.”
“And what did he want?”
