Page 150 of Filthy Beautiful
“So yes, I’ve said no to women.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“And I’m saying no to you now.”
“Right.”
“So, why don’t you be anadultabout it and go home?”
“No.”
“No? What do you mean, no?”
“I said no.”
“Isaid no.”
“I know. I heard you.”
I sat back and took a breath. “You know… if I was a chick and you were a dude, this conversation would be getting creepy by now.”
“You’re not a chick. And I’m not a dude.”
I sighed. I was running out of arguments here.
“Are you saying I’m harassing you? In your books, I’m a predator or something?”
“I never said that. It’s, uh… flattering… that you want to…”Shit.My knee was bouncing again. I was still fucking hard. Every word that came out of my mouth was the exact opposite of what my body wanted me to say. “It’s just not ever happening, so you need to stop trying.”
“Why? Because if I keep trying, eventually you’ll give in?”
Fuck me.Nailed it.
She stared at me, waiting. But I was running dry.
“You know how I know that?” Her eyes drifted over my face. “You shaved.”
“What?”
“You’re clean-shaven right now. But you keep swiping your hand over your beard, like it’s still there.”
Did I?
“It’s one of your tells,” she said. “When you’re nervous. Or agitated or something. You swipe your hand over your beard.”
“I’m not nervous,” I lied.
But there was really no point. Clearly, she wasn’t buying it.
She narrowed her eyes at me a little.
Then she lounged back on the couch. Her legs weren’t crossed this time, and I could see right up her dress. Her legs weren’t spread, either… but I definitely saw way more than I could handle seeing. A flash of her pink pussy…
I got up and put my hands in the pockets of my sweats to try to conceal my rock hard dick.
“I can’t have sex with you, sweetheart, okay?”
She peered up at me. “Because you don’t want to?”
