Joey sits and pulls me down next to him. His eyes are still dancing wildly around the room, bouncing off everything they touch. “Have you ever been fucked on a mattress that costs more than a Bentley?” I jerk away from him when his lips touch my ear. What a dumb question. I’d never tell him I am a virgin. I won’t hazard a guess about what he’d do if he found out. I decide to just be honest with him, and if he attacks me, I’ll have to take my chances with my knife. “I’m not fucking you.”
