TEN
Leela
Oh,I definitely said something wrong. I got through to something. He’s feeling feelings, and it’s too difficult to tell whether it’s attachment feelings or negative feelings. Or maybe more horny feelings.
But I comply with his orders to go to bed. I’m barely standing upright without his help. Two orgasms in one night is unheard of for me, let alone a hands-free one.
I climb under the covers, and I’m surprised to see him do the same. “Really?” I ask when he spoons up against me, skin to skin this time. “You don’t need to be in ready-to-run mode?”
His arm snakes around my waist, and he tightly pulls me back against him. “I like you.”
“You’ve made that very clear. Twice tonight already,” I chuckle. And I don’t mention that the giant cock behind me is not flaccid yet. Good god.
“No. I mean, I like you. And I’m gonna keep you.”
“For the weekend. Yes. That was the agreement.”
“You’re my girl, Leela. This is not just for the weekend anymore. You’ve seen too much. I need you in my life.”
I stiffen. This can’t be good. He must be fucking with me to keep me in his pocket? Letting me believe he has genuine feelings when he just wants a booty call.
At least, that’s what I first thought of him when I’d first laid eyes on him.
But do I really believe that about him now?
“You need me in your life as what, exactly?”
“As my girl.”
“You want me to be your girlfriend?”
“You are my girlfriend. Period.”
“Crosby. You can’t be serious.”
“As a heart attack. As a ten-thousand-dollar check.”
“That check you wrote didn’t buy you a girlfriend.”
“It kinda did, though. Tell me you don’t want to be mine, long term, and I’ll take you home right now.”
I snort and roll over to face him in the dark. “You really have a flair for ultimatums and the dramatic.”
“Tell me you don’t want me in that way, and I’ll let you out of this entire arrangement,” he says, not denying my accusations of his over-the-top antics.
“I don’t know if I want that…yet. There’s a lot to think about. We’re so different.”
He laughs.
“I think you’re lying to yourself. We’re not all that different. Just like everyone says, you’re a bad bitch. And you want the bad boy. You want the bad boy because that’s who you are. People tell you that you can’t do something, can’t have something, that makes you want it even more. That makes you go after it. You take everything as a challenge, and I love that about you.”
“Shut up,” I hiss. “We can talk about this in the morning. I’m so sleepy.”
He presses on. “That’s the other thing. I’m the only man on campus who can take that bite of yours. When you unleash that tongue, men cower. Not me, baby. Haha…not me.”
I make a disapproving grunt.
“Girl, I know what Meghan said about me. You can’t be seen with me. You can’t go home with me. And look at you. Overachiever. Go-getter. Hottest size 16 on campus. President of the first-ever plus-size sorority…everyone just waiting for you to fuck up. That makes you want to be with me even more, just to spite everyone.”