The Devil Wants Me
a
Mostly because I already stuffed my face, but still. He's pissing me off,
n't told me w
ink he'd stop me, not in such a crowded place-but where would I go? It's dark and I'm on an unfamiliar
the most poorly pl
and I took it without hesitating, because
usly let you pay for this lovely meal, and you promi
ment. "Let me get you a room a
he didn't say come back to my room, he said, let me get you a
you said you didn't want
does that end? You still haven't told me where you're sleeping tonight. I suspect you ha
back and stand. "Thank you for y
and I stare at it with wide eyes-and drops an absurd amount on th
I turn to face him in the dark overhang of an insurance office and tilt my
k bumps into the brick of the
aid-I should start kicking and screaming-but it's the look h
imple lust, like he wants to
n't seen in a very
all that cliché relationship stuff. I was totally smitten-because I was eighteen and he was twenty-four and had more mo
while,
n. At first, just a slap here, a shove there. Always he apologized afterward and begged forgivenes
h control just to make sure I never got pregnant-not that we were sleeping toge
etting myself tra
ver experienced before. To Christopher, I was a maid he occasion
e I'm the only pe
says softly, still staring at me intently. "No da
"I don't understand why
you believe me if I said that
your charity case." Besides, based on the look
ned, but this man has
cards you tried to use back at the bar will work. Maybe they do, and you have a warm bed tonight. Maybe they don't, and you are lost. Or you can come back to the Drake. I'll book you
so te
absurdly
so stupidly beautiful, like a massive Gree
e on my neck and hear his
only, and even if I hate my ex-husband and wouldn't mind goi
all and here I am, head dizzy, desperation in my stomach, knowing full well that if I turn him down, I might end up
n my own, and things
or once in my short and stupid an
" I wh
nd mouth, and I want him to lean forward. I want him to kiss me so badly it's like an ache bet
ulls away. "F