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He trails off, so I fill in for him, “Sex appeal and desirability. Don’t worry, it’s not about big dicks. Or at least notallabout them.”
His jaw drops open. I swear he’s still shocked every time I talk about sex in normal conversation like it’s a no-big-deal part of life. Later, he’ll tell me to swallow his cock like a good slut and talk about how good he wants to make my pussy feel, but saying the word ‘dick’ aloud in public? Totally taboo!
I laugh and push his mouth closed, lifting his dropped chin with one finger. “It’s about what’s deemed sexy and how it changes through time and can be different for each person. I’m expecting it to be a button-pushing one. The time-tested question... which is better, tits or ass?” I hold my hands out, balance testing the options thoughtfully.
His phone makes a noise in his pocket and he inhales heavily. “I’ve got to run. Evan wants to test the new set-up in the recording room.”
It feels odd to simply walk away from each other. No kiss, no hug, no touching. Chance walks past me toward the door, but pauses. “Talk to you later.”
I grin evilly, knowing exactly what I’m doing when I say, “Yes sir, Mr. Harrington.”
He groans deep and quiet in his chest. “You’re killing me.”
“You like it,” I tease, winking at him salaciously.
He shoots me a stormy look, vowing that I’m going to pay for that before walking out to do the podcast.
Though he might have to make a stop in his office to handle things first,I think with a self-satisfied smirk.
They must’ve passed in the hallway because Stephen enters one second later. “Hi, Miss Redding.” He adds an awkward wave to the greeting and sits down on the other side of the circle from me. “How’re you doing?”
“Hi, Stephen!” I greet him, genuinely glad to see him. He’s got so much potential and is doing better with every class. “Welcome!”
Stephen nods, and I greet all the guys as warmly, waiting as they fist-bump and high-five each other before sitting down for class.
“Today, we’re going to talk about what’s sexy—”
“You are,” Lucas interjects, and several guys chuckle.
I cut my eyes his way, calling him on his shit. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”
He licks his lips lasciviously. “Yeah, you know, just letting you know that I appreciate you.”
“But that’s not appreciating me. It doesn’t flatter me, acknowledge my value, or show even a bare-boned understanding of what it’s like to be a woman in today’s world. You worry about getting rejected when you shoot your shot,” I chastise him, flatly and professionally. “Meanwhile, women worry about getting assaulted. Hell, do you know that I can’t even pee here? I won’t take the risk of being that vulnerable in a building full of men. It’s not an even playing field, and nobody asked for your opinion on my body, so keep it to yourself and mind your own business, m’kay?”
Lucas’s eyes have gone wider and wider with embarrassment, but then they narrow as he glares at me angrily. “Dayum, I was just trying to compliment you. No need to get all bitchy about it.”
“You should apologize,” Stephen says. His voice is stronger, more commanding than I’ve ever heard from him, and inside, I do a tiny cheer for his confidence growth.
“Thanks, Stephen. But rather than an apology, Lucas... I want you to think about what I’ve said andevolve.” Suitably chastised, he nods, and I continue with the lesson. “Let’s discuss—like adults—what’s sexy and how our experiences shape our preferences.”
I click to the title slide, forcing lightness into my voice. “I Like Big Butts And I Don’t Know Why,” I say as I get started.
We go through it all, both female and male traits that are typically considered attractive—big butts, little butts, big breasts, little breasts, smile, hair, height, muscles, dad bods, beards, clean-shaven, big dicks, long dicks, and thick dicks. Because of course they want to talk about dicks as much as possible to see if I’ll blush, which for the record—I don’t.
I think by the end of it, they’re getting it—it’sallsexy.
“And those ideals of what’s sexy to you specifically are shaped by everything around you—advertisements, social media, society at large, or even something as simple as a big-titty Goth girl being nice to you one time and now that’s your dream girl,” I half-joke. “So be mindful about what you’re inputting into your mind as sexy.”
Soon, we run out of time, and the guys stand, ready to carry on with whatever else is on their calendar for the day. Lucas gets my attention and sends me a chin lift of acknowledgement on his way out the door. It’s not an apology, exactly, but he’s saying he’ll think about what I said. It’s enough for now.
Surprisingly, it’s Anthony who comes over to me.
“Miss R, wanted to say sorry again. We were being stupid that day, goofing off, and I didn’t think for a second that we might’ve scared the fuck out of you and your friend.” He runs his fingers through his hair anxiously, and I can still see the faintest suction cup outline on his forehead, even this many weeks later.
“Thank you. I truly appreciate that,” I tell him.
When he leaves, I realize Stephen is still here, stacking chairs along the far wall.
