Chapter 13
JOELLE DIDN'T SOUND too excited about the prospect of going farther with me, but I could tell that she wanted to. It was obvious from the way she moaned when I sucked her n*****s, and from the glint in her eye when she looked up at me, n***d now. We both were. n***d.
Suddenly, I realized where we were: at the hotel where I worked. I glanced at the bedside clock, remembering I needed to be back on shift. We had enough time, though. I didn't need to panic. I panicked anyway, but I didn't need to.
“What's wrong?” Joelle asked.
“Nothing!” I cried. I'd been hesitating too long, lost in my own worries.
Funny that my worries were about getting back to work on time, and not about the impacts and implications of sleeping with my father's live-in girlfriend.
“Sorry,” I said.
