My stomach tightened. My heart may not recover.
"No" I managed to convince myself.
"Why not? You have already agreed to sixty days. Why are you disagreeing to an extended period?"
My jaw locked in irritation."Because, to you it would be just six months of mind blowing sex, but to me....well." I paused "It may mean something more."
Surprised flashed on Darryl's face. "It's more than sex Adela. An arrangement of some sort."
"Like the arrangements you usually have with all those barbies with curves." I snapped
"The number 57 tattooed on your right arm, it represents how many women you have had. The notches on your bedpost. Am I expected to be number 58?" my voice raising, social Adela slipping.
"So what you trying to say, that you didn't like the suck I gived you this evening. From what I could recall you didn't even want me to come up for air."
I shot him a look, wanting to dump my drink on him.
"I find your behavior crude and offensive Mr Stone."
And a major turn on, but there is no need to tell him that.
"I want you in my bed. What would it take?" taking me by the arm suddenly, tugging me along.
The balcony door sliding open. The air much colder, the lighting dim and intimate. I shivered, pressing my hand on the railing. The fueled buzz conversations muted as the door closed.