Prologue
“You have phenomenal tits, sweetheart,” he said, his breath hot on my skin. “I knew the minute that I saw you that you were going to be a hot fuck.”
I did my best to ignore his voice and concentrate on what he was doing, but he was turning out to be a talker, and not only that, but his voice was also a bit high-pitched and annoying. Of course, he was a day trader, and so he probably talked this excitedly all the time, but still.
“When you walked into the restaurant, every guy at our table made a bet on who’d be the lucky guy to take you home, and I can’t wait to rub it in their faces tomorrow,” he said as he kissed his way down my body.
It was times like now when I wanted to curse everything about me.
Though I was smart, worked hard, paid my bills, and tried to be kind to everyone, it seemed like no one ever saw the important parts of me.
Instead, all they saw was the blonde hair, pretty face, big chest, and wide hips, and so the judging always came quickly and incorrectly.
I wasn’t a dumb blonde.
I wasn’t a gold-digger.
I also wasn’t a slut.
Nevertheless, no one cared. No one wanted to know that I could have an intelligent conversation, or that I could play the piano just as well as the greats.
No one wanted to know that I knew how to sew, paint, or change the oil on my car.
Granted, changing the oil on my car was curtesy of my best friend’s father, but I still knew how to do it, so it counted.
“You gotta tell me, do you take it in the ass?” he asked, and though I didn’t, he wasn’t the first guy to ever ask me that or assume it. “With a body like yours, I bet you’d love it.”
I stared up at the ceiling as he got comfortable between my legs, but it was all for nothing.
As soon as we’d gotten back to his place, he’d started pawing me like a teenager with his first hard-on, and that’d been enough to let me know that we were here for him, not me.
At this rate, I’d be lucky to not get chaffed, though I had to give him credit for the effort of going down on me.
“Do you?” he asked right before he began licking me, and it took me a second to remember what we’d been talking about.
“What?”
“Do you take it in the ass?” he asked, panting a bit. “And how many dates does it take before you’ll let me fuck you there?”
Jesus Christ.
“No, I don’t,” I finally answered. “I’m not that kind of girl.”
He immediately stopped eating me out. “Really? But...but look at you.”
“Sorry to disappoint you,” I said, still staring up at the ceiling.
“Nah,” he said, not in tuned with the tone of my voice at all. “I bet your pussy’s incredible.”
Of course, that’s all that I was to this guy. In fact, that’s all that I was to all of them. I had the perfect pin-up body to make all their sexual fantasies come true, so I was the one-night stand that you couldn’t take seriously anywhere else because I looked a certain way.
It also didn’t help that I played the part, but not for reasons that some people believed. I didn’t crave the attention because I was conceited, nor was it because I liked being the center of attention. It also wasn’t because I wanted free drinks or shopping sprees.
No.
I was looking for someone to spend just one hour talking with me, hoping that they’d see past the blonde hair, big tits, wide hips, and adolescent fantasies for just one second to see the real me.
I wanted to have a real conversation with a guy, and I wanted it to lead to something more than just an image of me in lingerie.
I also wasn’t doing myself any favors by wanting a guy that I couldn’t have.
Whenever I was with someone, it didn’t matter what he looked like because all I saw were dark brown eyes, dark brown hair, and a body covered in tattoos.
All I saw was the face of a guy who couldn’t stand me, and I didn’t know why.
As soon as I felt two fingers slide inside me, I closed my eyes, then let out a quiet breath. I wasn’t here to wish for things that I couldn’t have. I was here to give this guy a story to take back to his investment buddies and nothing more.