Right (Wrong 2)
“Do you take any medication?” I blurt out.
He tilts his head and looks at me, “No,” he says, then shakes it slowly. “Do you?”
“Just the pill. But you’re still wearing a condom. I’m not catching any babies from you.” I shudder.
“Assuming I’m able to perform.”
“Yes! Exactly!” Finally we’re on the same page.
“Yet again, I never know what’s going to come out of your mouth.”
“I’m an enigma, Sawyer,” I say, throwing up my hands, palms up.
He pulls his wallet out and drops cash on the table, then stands, holding his hand out to assist me from my chair.
“Are we going back to your place that is not a hotel room now?”
“We are,” he says and continues holding my hand as we walk to the residential tower at the Ritz.
He lets go when he holds the elevator door for me, and then he sticks his hands in his pockets, leaning against the side of the elevator, staring at me.
“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Just deciding what I’m going to do with you first.”
“Do with me?” I’m nervous now. I’m not sure I like the sound of that.
He nods, then runs a hand across his jaw, thinking. “Breeding role-play okay?”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re cool with video?”
“Look, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say, waving a hand dismissively. “But I’m open to trying whatever your thing is. Unless it’s anal. I’m saving anal for marriage.”
“Saving anal for marriage,” he repeats back to me. “Is that an actual thing?” He’s incredulous.
“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 curiosity, how do you see that playing out? Wedding night anal? Honeymoon anal? Or are you talking first anniversary anal?”
I twist my lips while I think. “Wedding night anal doesn’t seem right, does it?” I scrunch my nose and tap my lip while I give this genuine reflection. “Post-honeymoon, pre-first anniversary seems like the anal sweet spot.”
“Good to know. I’ll make a note of it.”
“You do that.”
The elevator stops and we exit. There are two doors on this floor and I follow Sawyer as he unlocks one of them, then pauses on the threshold.
“Do you want me to leave so you can go through my stuff?” He points back to the elevator as if he’s serious.
“Cute,” I tell him. “Maybe later.” Then I step inside and gasp.
Twenty-Eight
Sawyer stops to hang our coats as I take off across the room. Floor-to-ceiling windows line the edge of the condo and the view, I’ve never seen anything like it. I walk right up to the glass and point.
“Sawyer, William Penn is right there!” I tap the glass with my fingertip. “Like, right there.” City Hall is directly across the street with its famed William Penn statue sitting atop the very peak of the clock tower. Being so many floors up, it feels like we’re eye level with the statue. I’ve never seen it from this vantage point, that’s for sure. “This is so cool.” I’m standing so close to the glass my breath is fogging it up when I speak, so I step back an inch and take in the view. Directly across the street, spotlights highlight the clock tower portion of City Hall. Looking down, I can appreciate the roof of the main building, the architecture stunning from this view. The skyline is sensational, lights twinkling as far as I can see.