Page 68 of Violent Little Thing

—Charleigh to Court

Court

I didn’t know what I was doing.

I should’ve closed the door and dressed before coming out to apologize.

Instead, I was walking out of the bathroom with the light still on and the towel wrapped around my waist.

I got to the end of the bed and said, very smartly, “I didn’t see you in here.”

“I sleep with the pillows,” she admitted.

I moved to the side of the bed and said, “You’re quite small and compact.”

She turned her head. “I didn’t hear that.”

Sometimes, she compensated so well that I forgot that she was deaf in one ear.

“I said, you’re quite small and compact.”

She stuck out her tongue.

I wanted to suck that tongue into my mouth.

I put a knee into the bed, then flopped down onto my back beside her.

I was very aware of my cock tenting the front of my towel.

“So…”

She snickered. “I saw your penis.”

My lips fought the good fight, but they still managed to quirk up at one end despite telling myself that I shouldn’t find any of this funny. “What’d you think?”

I mean, what was I supposed to say to that?

I’m sorry for showing it to you? I didn’t mean for you to see it, but now that you have, do you think you might want to put it in your vagina?

“How unprofessional would it be if we had sex?”

I liked her directness.

“I think it’d be unprofessional if you were my employee, but you’re not. You’re just as important as I am,” I pointed out.

She snorted. “Yeah, right. But I like that you’re thinking that way. I mean, after that show you put on with the striptease and the bronze god act…”

“Bronze god act?” I barked out a laugh.

God, where did she come up with these things?

“You have no tan lines,” she noted.

“I don’t,” I agreed. “My parents have the ‘bronze god act’ down, too. Both of them were tall, tan and had jet-black hair. All of the children they produced do, too. I guess that’s something I’ll have to thank them for if I ever talk to them again.”

She poked more of her body out from the covers and said, “I don’t really want to talk about our families, our troubles, or what’s to come next.” She leaned forward until she was nearly touching me. “I just want to do something that will feel really, really good.”

Taking a chance, I dropped my hand to the top of her exposed thigh and said, “I think I can help with that.”