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my face as I try to recall everything that happened. “And he
about choked me to death with his cock.”
    “ Sounds
like happy fun times,” she says, and I can't tell if she's
being sarcastic or not.
    “ I
liked some of it. A lot of it, actually. It was new and exciting and
fun. But I didn't feel fulfilled emotionally, if that makes sense. I
mean, the sex was good, for what it was. I was completely bound the
entire time, so I didn't have to do anything. Just lay there.”
I can still remember the feel of the cold padding beneath my chest
and knees. The way I got to relax as he pounded into me. It felt like
heaven for a while. Then I realized I'd never be able to touch him.
Not get to see his face when he came. For as much as I'd been longing
for the sexual encounter with him, I felt cheated somehow.
    “ Sounds
perfect. Does he have a brother? Preferably one that isn't into
beating women. I'm not much into pain.” She smirks at me before
taking a huge bite of her egg roll. It seems like she's moving across
her plate at a healthy pace, and I'm barely eating, too busy talking
and lost in thought.
    “ It
was bizarre. He never let me touch him. Not when we were in the hotel
room. Not when we were in his office making out. Not when I was in
his basement. Not once did he let me put my hands on him. Not the way
I needed to.” I wrap my hand around my glass of water and feel
the iciness beneath my fingertips. It reminds me of how Trent acted
after we had sex, like I was just some random fuck to him that didn't
mean anything—like he'd never have to see me again.
    “ Touching
is overrated. Fucking is where it's at.” She points her fork at
me before stabbing at a piece of chicken on her plate.
    “ It
felt like more than fucking to me. I really liked him.” I'm
almost ashamed to confess it. There was something about Trent that
drew me to him beyond his good looks. Something about his kindness,
the way he genuinely seemed like he wanted to help me before we
started messing around, and everything went to shit.
    “ So
what exactly happened between the two of you?” Terry quirks an
eyebrow at me.
    I sigh deeply,
deflating against my chair. “He told me not to get involved
with him. Warned me that I'd get hurt. After we had sex in his
basement, I thought that was what he had been talking about, his BDSM
fetish. It turns out, it wasn't. He said some pretty shitty things to
me, and it made me realize I had just been used.” Is that even
right? I'm the one who pursued him for sex. How can he use me if I'm
the one who wanted it? Still, it feels that way.
    “ What
did he say to you?” She grins in interest.
    “ To
take the walk of shame.” I scowl.
    “ Ohhh,”
she hisses. “You should have nut-punted him.”
    “ I
should have, but I didn't.” At the time, I wasn't sure what to
do. It wasn't like him to say something like that at all, especially
when he had just been so affectionate with me.
    “ So
what did you say back?” She returns her attention to her food.
    “ I
told him that sleeping with him must be shameful if he was telling me
that.” It was the only retort I could come up with at the time.
    “ And
what did he say?” She looks up at me before taking a drink of
her soda.
    “ He
said that maybe it is.” I furrow my brows, thinking about how
peculiar the statement was.
    “ Sounds
like the guy is messed up, or just a hoebag. It's hard to tell when
they're arrogant like that.”
    “ I'm
honestly not sure either, but I'm leaning towards him just being
messed up. As far as anyone at the office knows, he doesn't date. And
the way he goes from professional to aggressive, from caring to
asshole, so quickly is just bizarre. Plus, he did warn me not to go
with him. That's not something the typical hoebag would do.” I
rotate my glass in my hand.
    “ You're
over-thinking things. You always over-think
things,” she repeats for good measure. “It was probably
just sex. It usually is with guys as good-looking as you