Regina
I wanted to forget that last night had ever happened. Japheth did not come to my apartment. We did not have hot sweaty s*x all night, I did not have more orgasms than I could count, but the pleasantly sore ache between my legs kept reminding me that I had been very thoroughly serviced.
It had been strangely awkward, having him stand behind me as I locked up my door, and yet, it was kind of nice, walking out to the parking lot together. He had stuck his hands in his pockets and given me that disarming, charming, boyish grin. “Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you. Don’t hesitate to call me if you need anything. I’m here for you Reggie, whatever you need.”
Oh, that simple promise was full of double meanings.
I thanked him, and hurried away to my car, without a backward glance.
