“Shit... You could've told me then.”
He breathes out a chuckle.
“It had nothing to do with you. It was about the two other clients.”
“What about them?” I ask, picking up a slice of orange from the plate.
He watches me in silence as I squeeze the pulp between my teeth and lick a drop of juice from my lips. A fragrant aroma rolls over my taste buds.
His eyes flick up.
“They didn’t have much imagination, and it got boring fast.”
“What about me?”
“You were different. You knew exactly what you liked and enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“You mean the hard stuff?”
He nods.
“Mm-hmm. Other than a few exceptions, most men enjoy it if it pleasures the women. You asked for it, and I was happy to provide it.”
“Hmm...” I murmur in a pensive mood.
I pause, staring blankly at a napkin.
“What?”
I glance up.
“Someone else told me the same thing.”
He smiles.
“Him?”
I tear my gaze away.
“Yes.”
“It’s the truth.”
“I’m not so sure it’s that good in the end,” I say, glancing away again.
We share a moment of silence.
“Do you think it had something to do with him leaving you?”
“How do you know he left me?”
He flashes a soft grin.
“It’s not that hard.”
“It was probably more than that,” I murmur.
“The way I see it, there’s no point in fighting your nature,” he says, no trace of a smile on his lips. “It doesn’t serve you well to pretend you’re someone you’re not. There aren’t many women like you, Senna. If a man can’t see you for who you are, don’t waste your time thinking about or missing him.”