He gives me a small smile. “Why do you seem so sad then?”
“Oh. It’s nothing—”
He shakes his head. “Don’t lie to me.”
I swallow a lump in my throat. Damn him. “How do you know I’m lying?”
“Are you?” He leans close, and I catch the whiff of his fresh, minty scent.
“I guess I wanted to come because this isn’t the kind of place I usually go to… then being here… I realize most of these people must assume you’re having sex with me—ironic given that’s the one thing not really happening for real.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You’ve shared your body with me. You’ve shared yourself. What difference does it make if there’s one tiny part of you I haven’t entered?”
I bite the inside of my cheek. Oh my God, let him not say all the right things tonight. There’s only so much I can resist…
“It doesn’t diminish what we’re sharing. And if anyone made you feel less than, just let me know who and—”
I chuckle, my body relaxing. “No one said anything. It’s just me reflecting… I mean, you could be here with someone else. Someone much more experienced than me… someone who’d do anything to please you, including offer that tiny part I haven’t… why me?”
“Because you’re the one I want, Amy. I’m so obsessed with you I will take whatever you’ll give me,” he says, his voice wavering, a flick of pain moving through his eyes.
My heart lurches.
And now, a revelation bolts through me… I want to give all of myself to him. More than I’ve ever wanted anything else in my life. And it’ll happen tonight.
God.I want all her tiny parts and then some. No other woman ever consumed me like this, and the sad thing is—I don’t need to fuck her. I’d love to, obviously, but being with her just does visceral things to me I can no longer deny.
In a bit over a week, she’ll go home. Terri will return, and Amy will have no other reason to stay in Dallas.
The thought of losing her is like the sharp end of an arrow poking at my heart.
I stroke her cheek, and dip my head. Of course I introduced her as a Sugar & Silk employee, but now we’re away from the crowd. Also I don’t give a fuck.
“I was thinking… you don’t have to go home.”
“If you want to stay, of course… We can find you a position at Sugar & Silk.”
“You can try a few different departments to see which will suit you better. It’d be a good experience for you—an opportunity to try new fields, and see what you prefer. Much more freedom than just working for me.”
Why are her eyes teary? Did I say something wrong?
“Thank you,” she says in a strangled voice.
Maybe she’s overcome with emotion. That has to be it… “You know, I was thinking about a way for you to stay.”
“I bet,” she says, and this time, the bitterness in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed.