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“Someone like me?”
“You know what I mean.” I gesture broadly at him, and then broadly at myself.
He doesn't appear to understand, so I must roll my eyes. “Obviously, you are the more dominant figure between the two of us.”
“Is that not to your liking?”
My cheeks heat further up. “Anotherwildlyirrelevant question to ask me, Mr. Li."
“Now who is being formal?”
Since this conversation is going nowhere productive, I shout a very admonishing, “Nonetheless!” and quickly exit the cafeteria, leaving him behind.
Later that night, I can't sleep. The sex demons on the top bunk are not to blame. They've left the room. No, on my mind are all those itinerary items I promised Huan that he would witness.
Being messy.
Staying out late.
Eating paltry, low-nutrition meals.
Getting drunk.
Those are all easily achievable, however, I can't seem to forget the other activities I so blatantly claimed would happen.
Hooking up with strangers.
Something about alive-action porno.
My head buries into my pillow. Is that what I want to happen? Can I even pull it off? It would certainly be super un-boring, but the thought of Huan witnessing it all happen... against the backdrop of all my clandestine yearnings, his dark eyes watching me carefully...
Well, here comes another reason I can't sleep.
My thighs are rubbing together foolishly.
My last thought is one of purposeful conviction. The bodyguard proposal will hold true. He promised not to interfere with this trip. I’ll make sure of it. There is no way I am going to let Huan Li interrupt anything that happens. Easily, I am going to pretend he is not even there.
FIVE
Huan
She thinks I don’t know her name.
SIX
“He’s around here somewhere,” I say to Reena and Nim on our 3-way call, “like a hot mosquito waiting to suck my blood.”
“I think you’d rather he sucked somethingelse,” Reena interjects between whisking eggs for a cake one of her clients has requested.
“OMG, not true.” I was sitting by the entrance of the hostel, but since I’ve been here for long enough to have indented the couch, I stand and stretch my legs.
Nim laughs. “I’m team-suck-you-off considering you talk about Huan in a gasping way.”
“Gasping? Are you watching historical-themed hentai again, Nim? I’m not some corseted maiden wrapped in tentacles.”
“Maiden you ain’t”—Nim hums—“for you’ve tasted the salty cock before.”
“Thesaltycock? Ew!”
