Page 11 of Such A Good Guy
“You don’t want to hear any of that stuff.”
“Yes, I do, Luna,” I say, surprising myself with how calm and cool my voice is.
And it’s true. Luna runs a small crystal shop in Vermont and I could listen to her talk about different rocks and crystals all day long, her eyes bright with excitement and her pretty little hands moving.
“Pretty good,” she says, that adorable little wrinkle between her eyes. “Sales have been down a bit this fall, though.”
What the fuck?This shouldn’t be happening. I have measures in places to prevent this from ever happening.
I have people who are supposed to prevent this from happening.Someonehas failed at their job. And failing at their job means my angel has been inconvenienced.
I don’t forgive that.
“I am surprised,” I said. “I sleep with the crystals you picked out for me every night. Amethyst, selenite, and rose quartz. But I do need to buy more, though.”
I would cover myself in literal rubble at night if she fucked me.
Luna turns with a gorgeous grin, shifting her body so her generous hips are hiked in the air, the swells of her ass in those tight jeans riding high and luscious.
“Oh, Luke, you are already The Mystical Crystal’s biggest customer! You bought 40% of my inventory last year. You don’t have to buy any more.”
40%? OK, that’s a normal percentage, right? That percentage shouldn’t frighten her.
Just as long as she doesn’t find out about the rest of it. Luna is wonderfully knowledgeable and it’s not her fault the beach-goers of Vermont haven’t been financially intelligent enough to support her.
My cock is pounding in my pants and I have to sit forward, my elbows on my knees, so she can’t see the thick bulge in my jeans.
My fingers itch to get my stress relief.
Get some of what I need.
Just a little bit.
Just enough to satisfy the craving.
I’m not anaddict.
I don’thaveto carry the stuff around with me.
I could leave it at home.
If I wanted.
But I don’t want.
I just need one sniff.Maybe two. Just a few seconds. The question is how to do it without Luna noticing.
It’s adorable how excited she is, how those big dark eyes are lit up as she scans the Toronto skyline. She’s always wanted to visit Canada.
The limo is taking us to my concert in the Rogers Centre. There will be forty thousand people crammed in to see me, and probably more outside.
I want her to love it
I’m getting jittery as fuck now, rubbing my hands up and down on my jeans.
There’s sweat breaking out on my neck, rolling down my back.
Then I look down at my lap and see my thumb start shaking.
