chapter six Never Fake a Laughan Orgasm #2
“Then water, please.” I step into the open floorplan with stark white walls and black leather furniture, with taxidermy as
the only decoration: a ram head on one wall, a few more deer, an antelope, what I’m assuming is a wildebeest, and a beaver
posing on a log sitting atop his glass coffee table.
I walk past all of it to his patio door, where I take in an impressive view of the nearby park with the sun casting orange
and purple highlights across a semi-clouded sky. Tall who knows
what he put in there. I’m here to prove a point to Lex, not to end up in a freezer.
“Why don’t we get more comfortable? I don’t have Netflix, but we can still chill.” Tall my skin sticks to them, they feel weird, they
make me sweaty, and they’re not cozy at all. If he expects me to get naked on this thing, he’s in for a surprise.
My phone digs into my butt cheek, so I take it out and set it on the arm of the sofa, careful to keep the screen face down
so Tall meanwhile, I’m a mess of tingles and heat, dizzy with relief.
I exhale a slow, shaky breath. “So . . . wine?”