Chapter 10
He huffs like a bull, over-excited, anticipating his next move. His chest actually puffs up and down, sporting a show of rushed heat. His eyes become wide and his erection bobs between his legs. He says something ridiculous like, “I want you, Joslin,” which is obvious to me.
I want to laugh at him, but don’t. There’s no reason for humiliation, only rationalization at the moment. I shake my head and tell him, “You can’t have me. Not when you’re with Cliff.”
“But—”
I shake my head and interrupt him by tossing him the second pillow on the bed. “Cover yourself up and go back to your room. Get your clothes on and meet me in the kitchen for some coffee and toast. We’ll talk about this there.”
He says again, “But—”
“Do it,” I demand rather briskly of him. “For your own good. If you know what’s best for you. And for me, of course.”