“I’m sure,” I respond quickly, a distasteful feeling flurrying through me.
I can’t stop thinking about Faye doing something similar, basically offering herself to a man.
Technically speaking, I’d have no reason to stop her.
But I know I wouldn’t stick to that.
I’d go into full claim mode, bursting with beastly need.
I’d own her right there, roaring she’s mine, mine alone….
“Hello?” Jeneva says.
“Sorry, the line went,” I lie. “I’ll send the payment soon. Goodbye.”
I hang up the phone, knowing I did the right thing, the only thing I could do.
I’ll never do anything like that with another woman – anything even remotely intimate.
She’s mine, it’s true. Just mine. Forever.
But I’m hers too.