“I’m going to leave and you’re going to do the same in five minutes,” he tells me when I don’t answer. “Meet me downstairs in my car and we’ll talk.” “I—” “Either that, or I’m taking you to the bathroom, lifting up your dress, and fucking you here for all to hear how loud I make you scream my name. The choice is yours. I’m done pretending, Aurelia. I was on my last legs with this and then you walked in that door. Five minutes or I’ll come back up here and find you.”
