“What?” I asked, trying to sound nonchalant despite the way my stomach flipped.
“I think you want someone to throw you around,” he said.
Later, I would blame it on the alcohol. I’d tell myself I hadn’t been thinking clearly, and that’s why I left with him. It wasn’t because the idea of him tossing me around his bed and fucking me real hard hadn’t instantly made me wet.
My date with Alec was going…fine. He was five foot nine, so a few inches taller than me, and cute in a nerdy sort of way, with light brown hair he’d styled with gel. The restaurant he took me to was nice, with tables covered in thick white cloths and flickering candles.
As he was explaining the importance of his job, my phone buzzed. I glanced at it, just in case it was something urgent.
JB: answer me.
A second later.
JB: I need to fuck you tonight.
“Is everything okay?” Alec asked. I glanced up to see he was looking at me, his face concerned.
“Yep, sorry.” I turned my phone over, then smiled at him, hinting that he could continue talking about his work. He startedexplaining how he was aiming for a promotion, and my mind wandered.
Should I block Jordan? I didn’t want to be rude, but how hadn’t he got the hint yet? I knew I wasn’t the only one on his roster. He messaged me every now and then, but probably only because no one else was available.
Well, I wasn’t available either.
The waitress arrived with two large plates with fancy seafood, and as I dug into the food (with Alec still talking about how complicated his job was) I thought about how impressed my parents would be if Alec became my boyfriend. I needed to date someone responsible, with a good job, who’d take me out and treat me right.
I wasn’t even sure if Jordan had graduated. Maybe he’d failed all his classes. Did he even have a job? I didn’t know anything about him, except for the fact he liked to have sex.
Alec had switched topics, now describing his upcoming travel plans. I tried my best to listen, and as I was nodding along, my phone buzzed several times.
“Do you need to get that?” Alec asked, glancing at my phone with an irritated look.
“Sorry,” I said, picking up my phone. “I’ll put it on silent.”
That’s when I saw the messages.
JB: baby.
JB: you know you want it.
JB: it’s throbbing for you.
Attached to the last message was a photo. He had a hand around his erection, which was thick and long and…
To be honest, it’d been so long since I’d seen it that my pussy twitched at the sight. That’s when the anger came.
“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom,” I said to Alec, forcing my best smile, then stood up and swept towards the ladies’. Inside, the bathroom was as fancy as the rest of therestaurant, with marble counters and gold framed mirrors. Thankfully, no one else was using it, so I’d have privacy for my phone call.
I hit Jordan’s number, and paced around the room while my phone rang and rang.
“Baby,” Jordan began, his voice a low purr.
“Don’t ‘baby’ me,” I snapped. “What the fuck were you thinking, sending me that photo?”
“Reminding you of what you were missing out on,” he replied, a smile in his voice. “You wanna come over? Don’t wear any underwear. I’ll fuck you against the front door, the way you like it.”
My cheeks flamed. “I am not coming over. I thought you’d have got the hint by now.”
“Huh?” Jordan sounded genuinely confused.
