“I can’t imagine your boyfriend knows what to do with you.” “Because you’ve never met him.” “I’ve spoken to him. He sounds malleable.” He taps his pen. “If I told him to drop on his knees and suck my cock, I think he would.” My nostrils flare. I am fuming. “You think that.” I stand. “And when he stabs you in the fucking front, I’ll be the one smiling by his side.” Scott grins at this. “Challenge accepted.” Stupid intellectual pricks. Funny thing is, I’m dating one.
