Page 115 of Filthy Beautiful
I wrinkled my nose and definitely started to sayEw—but caught myself. “That sounds… rapey.”
“Not if he’s into it.”
“Why would he be into it? He keeps leaving the room whenever I touch him.”
“Hmm,” Angie said. “But you said he got hard for you, right? You were talking abouthimwhen you messaged us last night?”
“Yeah. That was him. Hard as rock,” I whispered, still paranoid that my brother might somehow overhear this shit.
“So… his brain is fighting what his body wants him to do,” Angie concluded.
“Yup,” Shay agreed. “You need to override his defenses with a full frontal assault.”
“Is this a rape thing again?”
“I meant,yougo full frontal. On him. Flash him your tits or something. Guys can’t resist the tits—”
“You said tits!” Angie said. “Twice.”
“In one breath,” Larissa added. “That’soneshot.”
“Fine,” Shay said. “Funwrecker.” Then we all put back our port.
I shuddered again.
“Shit, this stuff is delicious,” Angie said, as Shay refilled us all.
“I’m telling you. Go with thebreasts,” Shay said, carefully avoiding the wordtits. “Guys can’t resist them. No matter what his brain is telling him.”
“Yeah, but I already put them in his face. Like you told me to. When I was wearing a bikini. It didn’t work.”
“What do you mean it didn’t work?”
“He got up and left. That’s all he ever does. He just walks away.”
“Then you need to do something he can’t walk away from,” Larissa said.
“And what would that be…? Please tell me. I’m all ears.”
“Hmm…” Larissa seemed to be thinking it over.
“Tits,” Shayla said with authority.
“Drink!” Angie said.
We all drank.
“I’m telling you,” Shay pressed. “But none of this bikini stuff. This situation calls for nudity.”
I groaned as I passed my cup back for a refill. “I’m gonna die a horny virgin.”
“Trust me,” Shay said, pouring and passing out fresh shots. “Has he even seen you naked yet?”
“No.”
“So there you go. Show him the nips. No way he walks away from that. If he does, then you really do need to give up on him, because the man is gay or something.”
“He’s not gay.”
