Chapter 18 - Chapter 18: The Message She Never Sent

Last night was a huge mistake.

And by huge . . . I mean _huge_. Pun intended.

And not because of the excuse I gave Zondi about him being my client or whatever bullshit I was spewing. But because he was right. He may have ruined every other man for me from here on out.

I think he may have even ruined my vibrator from here on out too, and that's just a damn crime.

When I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror last night, that's when it hit me.

That was the best sex I've ever had. It blew every other one of my experiences out of the water. For the first time, maybe ever, there wasn't a single self-conscious thought. Zondi's constant praise took care of that. We had a wild unspoken connection I didn't expect and, frankly, didn't want.

And that's the problem. It was supposed to be one and done. But all I wanted was to get back in that bed and do it over and over again until I couldn't think straight.

But I couldn't. I couldn't get attached to him or his award-winning dick. He's everything I've wanted to avoid since varsity — arrogant, egotistical athlete with beautiful women lining up for a turn. And I made the mistake of jumping into that line, unable to hold my ground against him.

He's just looking for his next lay, but I've got to say, the boy knows what he's doing between the sheets.

"Yoh. You totally got laid last night," Andi teases. "You're lit up like a fucking glow stick, Miss Duma."