“Can I ask you a question?” he says. “Shoot.” “Have you ever done this before?” I pull on my underwear, hook up my bra. “Do you want me to answer that?” “I do.” “Are you sure? You wouldn’t prefer to remain in your male-fantasy bubble, that you’re the only one who can unleash the tigress inside me?” “Wow,” he says, though he chuckles. I lean over him, face-to-face. “No, Christian, I have never done anything like this before. I’ve been a very good girl for the last ten years.”
