Delia starts in on me before the door even swings shut. “What’d he do to you?” She stands at the sink, scrubbing hard at Coby’s plate with angry hands. When I enter the kitchen she turns to watch me closely, looking for bruises and cuts and pains that don’t exist. “I can’t believe you wanted to feed him. Dae—”
“He didn’t do anything.” I sink into the seat at my desk, still warm from his body. He’s returning tonight, didn’t he say that? Tonight. Sitting back in the chair, I stretch languidly and savor that smile he gave me, when he said maybe he’d take me up on my offer then.
My offer. That makes me feel smug and cool in a way I’ve never felt before. Sure, I’ve been told I have a great ass, I have sexy hands, I have a thick c**k. But those complements came from regulators who just wanted
