STAY WITH ME 5

I stare at him long and hard, no hint of what he just said on his features. He did not look how I felt, pulse racing, pussy dripping, mouth watering. He looked too calm and composed.

“You really have to stop doing that.” I tell him.

“Doing what?”

My eyes narrow at the innocent blinking he was doing,

“Saying stuff that you know I want to hear, stuff that has my palm sweating in anticipation, and then pretending like you said nothing at all.”

He says nothing, not surprisingly. I roll my eyes and settle into my seat, thinking about Victor and that crazy look in his eye. How did I manage to run into him?

“Did you sleep with victor?”

The question is so out of nowhere, that I have to sit up and look t his face if he meant to ask that, no preamble.

“Why is that your business?”

“Is it not?”

“It definitely isn’t. You are literally just my boss.”

“I thought I was your friend.”

That stuns me and leaves me and the rest of the ride to the pub, silent. I did it, I became his friend, now that