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“Sorry, I had to buy you dinner,” I explain while I unwrap half of my brat, like a burrito.
“Why’s that?” he asks, taking a bite of his.
“My roommate insisted it’s the polite thing to do before I fuck you.” I say it just loud enough for him to hear. He clears his throat, mid chew, then swallows before speaking.
A slow, sexy grin follows before he speaks. “Will you call me in the morning?” His eyes flicker with amusement.
“No.” I shake my head slowly. “I won’t have left yet, as I’ll be expecting you to make me breakfast after I bought you this expensive dinner”—I signal the brats—“and made you come.”
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“Why’s that?” he asks, taking a bite of his.
“My roommate insisted it’s the polite thing to do before I fuck you.” I say it just loud enough for him to hear. He clears his throat, mid chew, then swallows before speaking.
A slow, sexy grin follows before he speaks. “Will you call me in the morning?” His eyes flicker with amusement.
“No.” I shake my head slowly. “I won’t have left yet, as I’ll be expecting you to make me breakfast after I bought you this expensive dinner”—I signal the brats—“and made you come.”
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“I snort. So fucking confident, this guy. “I bet. I bet women bend right over this desk for you,” I lean forward and place my hands on the desk and drop one shoulder seductively. “I bet they’re all, ‘Oh, Sawyer, it’s so big. I don’t think it’s gonna fit.’ Newsflash for you. They’re lying. It always fits.”
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“There’s a hint of a smirk on his face that makes me want to punch him, or watch porn with him. I’m not sure which and it confuses me.”
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“He smells good. Why does he have to smell good? I’m so annoyed. He’s got a hint of stubble across his jaw and I find myself wondering what that would feel like pressed against my neck. Stop thinking. I need to stop thinking. Or start thinking about something else. Like orphaned kangaroos.”
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“The front door shuts and I glance up to find Sawyer walking towards me. He’s attractive, I’ll give him that. If you go for tall, incredibly fit men with chiseled jaws and thick dark hair. Which no girl does, ever. It must suck to be him.”
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“But just because you’re attracted to someone doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to act on it. The road to hell is paved with attractive men who radiate sex appeal and look like models from a Polo ad campaign. Or something like that.”
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“Just so we’re clear, you’re mine.” He smiles in response. “You’re such a little cavewoman.” “I’m serious.” “You’re bewitching.” We stare at each other in a silent standoff until he leans down and kisses me. “Yours,” he agrees when he’s done. “But I thought I made that clear when I hacked your Facebook.”
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“Sparks do not fly. Chills do not run through my body. I do not suddenly recognize this man as my soulmate based on a handshake. Such bullshit. His hand is nice though. Firm, large. His thumb caresses the back of my hand and fine, that touch alone is enough to make me recognize that he’s probably good in bed. But that’s it.”
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“So it’s okay for you to stalk Finn, but it’s not okay for me to stalk you? You’re priceless, Everly. I think I’m really going to enjoy you.”
“Enjoy me? You don’t have me.”
“I will.”
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“Enjoy me? You don’t have me.”
“I will.”
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“Any man worthy of you would work for it, Everly. Not sit by passively while you did all”
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“I can’t believe Finn didn’t ask for the rest of the keys back.”
“What?” That’s got my attention. How could he possibly know about the keys?
“When Finn called me I asked him if he’d gotten the keys back. He said, yeah, he got his key back, but I insisted you’d made more than one. I said, ‘Finn, trust me on this. That girl’”— he winks at me, like he totally gets it—“‘ Everly would have made more than one copy.’” He glances at my face a beat. “My money’s on three.”
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“What?” That’s got my attention. How could he possibly know about the keys?
“When Finn called me I asked him if he’d gotten the keys back. He said, yeah, he got his key back, but I insisted you’d made more than one. I said, ‘Finn, trust me on this. That girl’”— he winks at me, like he totally gets it—“‘ Everly would have made more than one copy.’” He glances at my face a beat. “My money’s on three.”
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“I don’t know how to respond to that, so what comes out of my mouth is, “Maybe I’m just a nymphomaniac.” This car ride just went from bad to worse. “If you were a nymphomaniac you’d have given me a blowjob fifty miles ago.” “True,” I agree. Damn it! I just said that out loud. I bite my lip and side-eye him. He’s wearing a very satisfied smile.”
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“I joined cross-country freshman year. It was the worst afternoon of my high-school life. So we aren’t going to be one of those couples who jog together. No biggie.”
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“Everything. They look good with everything, I decide after a half hour of pinning. Which somehow ended with me pinning knitting patterns. I don’t knit, but Pinterest is a bitch that way.”
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“Your brother is so overprotective. Like worse than your dad.” “We put it in his allowance,” my mom announces and we all turn to stare at her, watching as she slides the lasagna into the oven next to a roast that’s already baking. “He got a bonus for cockblocking you.”
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“I’d never been turned down before. In my experience guys have enjoyed being pursued. Appreciated it, even. Maybe it would be nice to let the guy make the first move, but there’s a lot of competition for the good ones. If you don’t get aggressive and make things happen, some other girl snaps him up while you’re sitting around waiting for an invitation. It’s exhausting. And sure, it would be nice to be wooed, but it’s not realistic. Especially in college. These boys are lazy.”
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“So I’ll call you?” he asks, smiling. “We can Netflix and chill?” He laughs as he says it, leaning against the car with his hands in his pockets. “You’re an asshole, Sawyer! And you’re at least a decade too old to be using that phrase!”
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“Sawyer just continues to stand there and look at me, his eyes doing that thing again, that thing that makes me think he’s picturing me naked.”
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“I’m impressed at your tenacity. You set a goal and you achieved it.”
“My goal is Finn,” I remind him.
“Everly, we’ve already established that you haven’t been holding out exclusively for Professor Camden,” he says, his lip twitching. “Which tells me that while you envision him as the perfect man, you’ve kept your options open. It tells me that while you might have a vivid fantasy of the perfect happily ever after, you’re open”— he checks my response—“ reluctantly, to being swept off your feet by someone other than Finn.”
Well. I don’t know how to respond to that, so what comes out of my mouth is, “Maybe I’m just a nymphomaniac.”
This car ride just went from bad to worse.
“If you were a nymphomaniac you’d have given me a blowjob fifty miles ago.”
“True,” I agree. Damn it! I just said that out loud. I bite my lip and side-eye him. He’s wearing a very satisfied smile.”
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“My goal is Finn,” I remind him.
“Everly, we’ve already established that you haven’t been holding out exclusively for Professor Camden,” he says, his lip twitching. “Which tells me that while you envision him as the perfect man, you’ve kept your options open. It tells me that while you might have a vivid fantasy of the perfect happily ever after, you’re open”— he checks my response—“ reluctantly, to being swept off your feet by someone other than Finn.”
Well. I don’t know how to respond to that, so what comes out of my mouth is, “Maybe I’m just a nymphomaniac.”
This car ride just went from bad to worse.
“If you were a nymphomaniac you’d have given me a blowjob fifty miles ago.”
“True,” I agree. Damn it! I just said that out loud. I bite my lip and side-eye him. He’s wearing a very satisfied smile.”
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“He nods, quiet for a moment. “I applied to Brown, Cornell and Harvard. I was accepted to all three. I ended up at Harvard because they had the best rowing program.”
Damn. Of course he’s a rower. I have a bit of a thing for rowers. Sophomore year I dated two of them. Not at the same time or anything. But still, it was a good year.”
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Damn. Of course he’s a rower. I have a bit of a thing for rowers. Sophomore year I dated two of them. Not at the same time or anything. But still, it was a good year.”
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“I’ll call you Commando,” he replies. “Since we’re doing nicknames based on first meetings.”
It takes me a second to process what he’s saying. “I’m wearing underwear!”
He nods. “Good. Tell me about them.”
“No! You’re really aggressive, you know that?”
“Coming from you I’ll take that as a compliment.”
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It takes me a second to process what he’s saying. “I’m wearing underwear!”
He nods. “Good. Tell me about them.”
“No! You’re really aggressive, you know that?”
“Coming from you I’ll take that as a compliment.”
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“I'm open to trying whatever your thing is. Unless it's anal. I'm saving an for marriage."
"Saving anal for marriage," he repeats back to me. "Is that an actual thing?"
"It's a thing."
"I don't think that's a thing."
"Well I think it's a thing and it's my ass."
"Fair." he nods. "Just out of curiousity, how do you see that playing out? Wedding night anal? Honeymoon anal? Or are you talking first anniversary anal?"
"Wedding night anal doesn't seem right does it? Post-honeymoon, pre-first anniversary seems like the anal sweet spot.”
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"Saving anal for marriage," he repeats back to me. "Is that an actual thing?"
"It's a thing."
"I don't think that's a thing."
"Well I think it's a thing and it's my ass."
"Fair." he nods. "Just out of curiousity, how do you see that playing out? Wedding night anal? Honeymoon anal? Or are you talking first anniversary anal?"
"Wedding night anal doesn't seem right does it? Post-honeymoon, pre-first anniversary seems like the anal sweet spot.”
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“Everly, you’re shameless. And really, really transparent.”
“Is it so wrong to want to help?” I ask. “Sometimes people just need a little push. Or, you know, a really hard shove. Or possibly to be accidentally locked in a closet together.” I glance around the room, wondering if I could pull that off tonight, but quickly decide I don’t know the layout well enough.”
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“Is it so wrong to want to help?” I ask. “Sometimes people just need a little push. Or, you know, a really hard shove. Or possibly to be accidentally locked in a closet together.” I glance around the room, wondering if I could pull that off tonight, but quickly decide I don’t know the layout well enough.”
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“Getting other people laid is hard,” I complain to Sawyer the second we’re alone. He grabs a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and presses it into my hands.
“Maybe you shouldn’t interfere,” he suggests.
“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s going to work.” I take a sip and tap my fingers against the glass. “Do you have any ideas?” I look up hopefully.
“Hmm.” He tugs at his ear, appearing deep in thought, then he looks at me and deadpans, “No.”
“Well, you should.”
“I should?”
“Yeah, you were plenty creative in bulldozing me.”
“I like to think of it as wooing.”
“Well, it was effective. So where are your ideas now? When I need them?”
“I’m not sure if I’m comfortable being involved in your plans to get my assistant laid.”
“People getting laid are fifteen percent more productive than those who are not.”
He stares at me for a second. “You just made that up.”
I nod. “It sounded pretty good though, didn’t it? I thought it sounded pretty good.”
“Well, you’re getting laid plenty, Boots, so I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
Damn. He really outmaneuvered me on that one.”
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“Maybe you shouldn’t interfere,” he suggests.
“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t think that’s going to work.” I take a sip and tap my fingers against the glass. “Do you have any ideas?” I look up hopefully.
“Hmm.” He tugs at his ear, appearing deep in thought, then he looks at me and deadpans, “No.”
“Well, you should.”
“I should?”
“Yeah, you were plenty creative in bulldozing me.”
“I like to think of it as wooing.”
“Well, it was effective. So where are your ideas now? When I need them?”
“I’m not sure if I’m comfortable being involved in your plans to get my assistant laid.”
“People getting laid are fifteen percent more productive than those who are not.”
He stares at me for a second. “You just made that up.”
I nod. “It sounded pretty good though, didn’t it? I thought it sounded pretty good.”
“Well, you’re getting laid plenty, Boots, so I’m sure you’ll think of something.”
Damn. He really outmaneuvered me on that one.”
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“Something I can help you find?” he asks. Because to be fair, I’m digging through his drawer.
“Nope,” I tell him. “Found it.”
“Everly, what in the hell are you doing?” He’s finished buttoning his shirt and is staring at me, hands on hips, the corners of his eyes creased as he frowns.
“I’m putting on your underwear,” I tell him, stepping into a pair of his briefs. I was digging around for a black pair. Why the hell do they even sell them in white? Just, no.
“Why?” He still looks bewildered, but he’s stopped staring at me to tuck in his shirt.
“You got me all worked up and horny in there.” I point a thumb in the direction of the bathroom.
“I gave you an orgasm.” He seems confused by my accusation.
I snort. “Right. Which you know only makes me want your dick more.” I glance over at the clothing I brought, contemplating what will work with this underwear. I’ve been chatting with his assistant Sandra all week about what people wear to this party. Sawyer was zero help on that front. “Wear whatever you want,” he’d said. As if I can pick an outfit with that kind of direction. “I hope you’re wearing your new cufflinks with that shirt,” I tell him, eyeing his outfit of black slacks and grey dress shirt.
He holds up the cat cufflinks I gave him at Christmas and fastens his left sleeve. “I still don’t understand what my underwear has to do with anything.”
“Oh!” I pull a solid black sleeveless dress with a full skirt and a wide waistband off the hanger and step into it. “Because you’re obviously planning on having your way with me at this party. Probably gonna shove me into a coat closet and fuck me with your hand over my mouth so no one hears us. And if anyone’s panties are getting left behind at this party, it’s gonna be yours.”
He nods slowly and fastens his right sleeve. “Do women your age still use the phrase ‘having your way with me?’”
“I just did. Anyway, yours are more absorbent. Can you zip me?” I turn my back to him and swipe my hair over one shoulder, waiting.
I feel his fingers on the zipper, the fabric gathering slowly up my back. He finishes and rests his thumbs on the back of my neck, rubbing small circles into my skin as he kisses the nape of my neck. I shudder, feeling his touch all the way to the black briefs. “That’s a pretty elaborate plan I came up with,” he murmurs.
I turn and nod, sadly. “I know. You’re kind of a menace.”
“It’s good of you to put up with me.”
I shrug. “Someone’s got to.”
“I’m not going to be able to rip those underwear off of you.”
“Haha!” I point at him with one hand and slip a heel on with my other. “I knew it!”
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“Nope,” I tell him. “Found it.”
“Everly, what in the hell are you doing?” He’s finished buttoning his shirt and is staring at me, hands on hips, the corners of his eyes creased as he frowns.
“I’m putting on your underwear,” I tell him, stepping into a pair of his briefs. I was digging around for a black pair. Why the hell do they even sell them in white? Just, no.
“Why?” He still looks bewildered, but he’s stopped staring at me to tuck in his shirt.
“You got me all worked up and horny in there.” I point a thumb in the direction of the bathroom.
“I gave you an orgasm.” He seems confused by my accusation.
I snort. “Right. Which you know only makes me want your dick more.” I glance over at the clothing I brought, contemplating what will work with this underwear. I’ve been chatting with his assistant Sandra all week about what people wear to this party. Sawyer was zero help on that front. “Wear whatever you want,” he’d said. As if I can pick an outfit with that kind of direction. “I hope you’re wearing your new cufflinks with that shirt,” I tell him, eyeing his outfit of black slacks and grey dress shirt.
He holds up the cat cufflinks I gave him at Christmas and fastens his left sleeve. “I still don’t understand what my underwear has to do with anything.”
“Oh!” I pull a solid black sleeveless dress with a full skirt and a wide waistband off the hanger and step into it. “Because you’re obviously planning on having your way with me at this party. Probably gonna shove me into a coat closet and fuck me with your hand over my mouth so no one hears us. And if anyone’s panties are getting left behind at this party, it’s gonna be yours.”
He nods slowly and fastens his right sleeve. “Do women your age still use the phrase ‘having your way with me?’”
“I just did. Anyway, yours are more absorbent. Can you zip me?” I turn my back to him and swipe my hair over one shoulder, waiting.
I feel his fingers on the zipper, the fabric gathering slowly up my back. He finishes and rests his thumbs on the back of my neck, rubbing small circles into my skin as he kisses the nape of my neck. I shudder, feeling his touch all the way to the black briefs. “That’s a pretty elaborate plan I came up with,” he murmurs.
I turn and nod, sadly. “I know. You’re kind of a menace.”
“It’s good of you to put up with me.”
I shrug. “Someone’s got to.”
“I’m not going to be able to rip those underwear off of you.”
“Haha!” I point at him with one hand and slip a heel on with my other. “I knew it!”
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“I’ve said it before—life really has a way of working out for me. My advice? A positive attitude and the ability to be flexible is essential. And a dash of delusion never hurts.”
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“I bet they’re all, ‘Oh, Sawyer, it’s so big. I don’t think it’s gonna fit.’ Newsflash for you. They’re lying. It always fits.”
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