she included photos of her tits and her legs in garters. She looked on point, like she had every time I’d seen her; her blonde hair looked shiny. The La Cardidad t-shirt and black pants she had on left no inch of her tight body to the imagination.
“Things have been crazy this week. I am working overtime this week. I’ve got to be on top of my classes, work, and I haven’t taken Riley on a walk.”
Her mouth curved into a faint smile, but she couldn’t mask her discontentment. “I know what college was like. I just graduated this summer. Didn’t you say that you have a dog walker?”
I felt my face strain to not frown. We hadn’t done much talking when we’d hooked up last week. After I let her wash up in my bathroom, she’d come out of the door and hadn’t looked at Riley, who had been a few inches away from her. She’d tried to assure me that she was a dog lover, but it wasn’t so. Riley must’ve known it too and deemed that she wasn’t going to convince her she was a great pet and companion. I didn’t mind if a girl I was messing with didn’t care for animals, but I didn’t want her to try to be something she wasn’t. And Riley hadn’t hidden her dislike of her, because she’d stared me down after Jill had left.
“She needs to know that she can depend on me,” I simply said. I wanted to tell her that pussy took a backseat to Riley every day of the week, but that would be uncalled for.
Mariska came up to place empty plates on the kitchen worktop when Blanca signaled that my orders would be prepared in ten more minutes. I got up from my chair and gestured her to come outside. I wasn’t going to call her name or chase after her in the restaurant and I did appreciate that she came out to meet with me. She hadn’t wanted to talk to me two days ago after she and her friends had left Lasting Impressions. If she’d been alone, I think she would’ve flipped me the finger, but then she would’ve been announcing to everyone that she was angry with me. I wanted to think that she was nothing to me, but I’ve regretted my actions ever since I’d shamed her.
“You left Jill hanging in there.” She turned her head to the side, her expression darkened. “What is it, Hunter?”
“I wanna make sure we’re on the same page; I won’t talk to Beth or Chase about going down on you and I don’t want you to talk about it.” Mariska narrowed her gaze at me.
“Why would I talk about it?”
“If you get worked up or they say anything about me, you might say something. That’s—”
“You have an unbelievable amount of nerve coming to my job, making demands to speak to me during my lunch hour, and telling me what to do. Enough people are trying their hand at it. You don’t want to be one of those people, Hunter.” She stepped into my face, like she’d done when I’d first met her at the Anderson’s car dealership. Man, she was hot when she tried to control her voice and appear unruffled. “Since you have so many bright ideas, here’s a suggestion for you: make sure you don’t slip.” She threw me a pointed look. “And I don’t just mean with Jill and whomever else your fooling around with. Because the only reason I am affording you the time to talk to me is because you better never speak down to me again.” I watched as she almost lifted her arms up to push my chest, but, instead, she brought her fingers together. I actually would’ve liked it because I did like her hands on me. I wanted to promise that I’d do whatever I could to stay out of her life, but I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t even promise myself that I’d maintain my sobriety; a fact she was well aware of. “I don’t want half-ass apologies from you either. Don’t think about pulling the tricks you pulled on me with Jill.” Mariska moved away from me, the side of her mouth drawn down. “And don’t talk to me about this again. Unless you really do want me to feel pathetic about getting with a junkie.”
She
“Things have been crazy this week. I am working overtime this week. I’ve got to be on top of my classes, work, and I haven’t taken Riley on a walk.”
Her mouth curved into a faint smile, but she couldn’t mask her discontentment. “I know what college was like. I just graduated this summer. Didn’t you say that you have a dog walker?”
I felt my face strain to not frown. We hadn’t done much talking when we’d hooked up last week. After I let her wash up in my bathroom, she’d come out of the door and hadn’t looked at Riley, who had been a few inches away from her. She’d tried to assure me that she was a dog lover, but it wasn’t so. Riley must’ve known it too and deemed that she wasn’t going to convince her she was a great pet and companion. I didn’t mind if a girl I was messing with didn’t care for animals, but I didn’t want her to try to be something she wasn’t. And Riley hadn’t hidden her dislike of her, because she’d stared me down after Jill had left.
“She needs to know that she can depend on me,” I simply said. I wanted to tell her that pussy took a backseat to Riley every day of the week, but that would be uncalled for.
Mariska came up to place empty plates on the kitchen worktop when Blanca signaled that my orders would be prepared in ten more minutes. I got up from my chair and gestured her to come outside. I wasn’t going to call her name or chase after her in the restaurant and I did appreciate that she came out to meet with me. She hadn’t wanted to talk to me two days ago after she and her friends had left Lasting Impressions. If she’d been alone, I think she would’ve flipped me the finger, but then she would’ve been announcing to everyone that she was angry with me. I wanted to think that she was nothing to me, but I’ve regretted my actions ever since I’d shamed her.
“You left Jill hanging in there.” She turned her head to the side, her expression darkened. “What is it, Hunter?”
“I wanna make sure we’re on the same page; I won’t talk to Beth or Chase about going down on you and I don’t want you to talk about it.” Mariska narrowed her gaze at me.
“Why would I talk about it?”
“If you get worked up or they say anything about me, you might say something. That’s—”
“You have an unbelievable amount of nerve coming to my job, making demands to speak to me during my lunch hour, and telling me what to do. Enough people are trying their hand at it. You don’t want to be one of those people, Hunter.” She stepped into my face, like she’d done when I’d first met her at the Anderson’s car dealership. Man, she was hot when she tried to control her voice and appear unruffled. “Since you have so many bright ideas, here’s a suggestion for you: make sure you don’t slip.” She threw me a pointed look. “And I don’t just mean with Jill and whomever else your fooling around with. Because the only reason I am affording you the time to talk to me is because you better never speak down to me again.” I watched as she almost lifted her arms up to push my chest, but, instead, she brought her fingers together. I actually would’ve liked it because I did like her hands on me. I wanted to promise that I’d do whatever I could to stay out of her life, but I couldn’t do that. I couldn’t even promise myself that I’d maintain my sobriety; a fact she was well aware of. “I don’t want half-ass apologies from you either. Don’t think about pulling the tricks you pulled on me with Jill.” Mariska moved away from me, the side of her mouth drawn down. “And don’t talk to me about this again. Unless you really do want me to feel pathetic about getting with a junkie.”
She
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