Executive Engagement

All the other quick fucks I’ve had just disappear the moment I walk out the door, but this time it’s like my skin’s remembering her touch.

I have to stop thinking this way; otherwise, I’m going to bulge right out of my pants.

Wouldn’t be the first time at this very bar, too.

Still, I need to play this cool. This woman’s a fucking shark.

She slams the bottle down on the counter and nips up a salmon roll with her sticks—fuck, can she use them—and flips it into her mouth. She gives me a side glance and a hint of a girly grin as she struggles to get her mouth around the meat.

Well, that’s it. My boner’s poking high out of my pants, and there’s no help for it.

I clear my throat and stab up a few morsels for myself, gulping some sake. I’m not good at this self-examination shit.

I like life to be simple.

Money, booze, pussy. Repeat, in a different order with slight variations.

Having emotional stirrings and personal uncertainty isn’t on my list of things to do. As much as I hate this feeling, I hate that I’m trying to think of something smart to say even more.

She’s starting to look at me—early conversation was easy, about the food and the bar—but now I’ve got to engage her.

I honestly don’t know how to do that without my cock.

“Look at them.”

Kat gestures across the room. There’s an elderly couple sharing a platter, gazing into each other’s eyes like newlyweds and feeding each other.

“Cute,” I say.

Maybe it is.

I don’t give a literal fuck. I’m rich. I’m not getting old.

“How is it, do you think? Have they struggled all this time? Have they settled and made their peace with it? I don’t get it. I seriously don’t. No matter how they got there, it would’ve been constant sacrifice. Compromise. I’m not into that. I can’t do it…that’s kind of why I gave up on love,” she admits, blushing just a touch.

It might just be the wasabi.

“That means you must’ve believed in it at some point then,” I pry.

I’m going to need something harder than sake, I think.

“Oh, you know.”

Kat tosses that dark stormy hair, her eyes glinting golden flecks in the light.

“All little girls play the game. The difference is, all those girls are still playing, and I’m not.”

She gives me a ha

rd, steady stare.

Shit, she’s fucking sound after all that sake. It’s almost scary how intense she is.

“I’m not in love with you, Will. I don’t plan to be in love, ever.”

“Good thing we’re just having fun then?” I reply.

I grin as I sip some more sake, trying to ignore the throbbing of my cock. It had settled down, but it perks back up the second I mention “fun.”