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Even assuming that love exists — and I have to because I’ve met Six’s parents — I’ve seen what the people who love you can do. I’ve had enough of people’s ‘love’ for one lifetime.
What I do want though, is physical connection.
His grin grows. “I’m happy to skip the dating part altogether if that’s what you prefer.”
I should say yes, I should go out with this gorgeous guy and let him fuck me into tomorrow. Taking just one look at him, there’s no doubt in my mind that he knows what he’s doing.
But all I can think about is, does Tristan know a hookup is all I want? Maybe he thinks I’ll get attached if we keep sleeping together and want something serious.
All I can think about now is letting him know and seeing if that changes things. I’ve already told him I can keep a secret, Lord knows I have my own fair share, so if I make it clear I want this to be purely physical, I should be able to convince him. Right?
Apparently not someone easily dissuaded by silence, Luca pulls out a business card and hands it to me.
“Here’s my number. I promise you’ll have a lot of fun if you use it.”
I look down at the beautiful design. “I’ve never been hit on via business card before.”
He chuckles. “Hopefully that means you’ll use it.”
I look back up at him, tilting my head to the side.
“What about being friends?”
He nods, understanding that he’s not likely to hear from me. At least, not the way he’s expecting.
“I’m available for a friendship too,” he says.
It’s my turn to give him a small smile as I enter his number in my phone. “Good.”
***
When I make it back to the table, my dad has already paid and is apparently waiting for me in the car. He doesn’t acknowledge me when I climb in the backseat beside him and we drive silently to The Pen.
I think back to my conversation with Luca, to what I know I want. I pull out my phone and bring up my chat with Tristan, thinking about the best way to talk to him.
I don’t know him. All I have to go on is that one night in his suite, so I rack my brains about what information can help me here. I think about how our conversation had started, abruptly ended, and how it’d started back up again.
Me:I wanted to make something clear.
Me:I don’t need you to date me or fall in love with me, in fact I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t. What I do need, and really want after last time, is for you to fuck me.
I could end it there, but I want to get a rise out of him.
More importantly, I want to get an answer from him. I think I know just the way to do that.
Me:I met someone else tonight. If you’re not interested, just let me know and I’ll text him next.
I hold my breath for long moments as I wait for him to text back. Finally, when I feel like my lungs are going to explode, I exhale.
My head drops back against the headrest behind me and I look out the window, watching the city lights as we drive by. There’s something about an empty city at night that I find so soothing.
I really thought my strategy would work. I guess our night together didn’t stand out to him like it did me, and why would it, I guess. I’m the one who did something very unlike me and who had everything to learn. Maybe he really did fuck a bunch of different women after me.
The car pulls into the parking lot of The Pen and stops in front of my building’s entrance. My father doesn’t bother with a goodbye, too absorbed in his emails to even notice I’m leaving.
I’m stepping out of the car when my phone vibrates.
Gary:Don’t try to make me jealous, Nera. It won’t work.
