are none left,” Lilith said.
“Where did they all go?”
“That is not important,” Lilith said primly. “What is important is your own growth and self-care and our paycheck that is supposed to fund your internship.”
“Come,” Emma said. “I will ask for to-go drinks, then we will go bake him something and smooth things over. It’s not like you have to become best buddies. After all, he didn’t want to make love to you, he wanted to hate fuck you.”
But that was the problem, wasn’t it? I wanted him to like me, not hate me. But there it was. He had as much as said that he despised me.
30
Jonathan
“I guess I blew that,” I said to Cindy Lou, toasting her with my umpteenth drink after the production team had finished filming.
I shouldn’t have just kissed Morticia. I should have waited for her go-ahead.
It seemed like she was into it.
Then why had she pushed me away?
The problem was that I had mixed not just personal and social life but also business life. The lines were blurred. Morticia worked for me. She was a contestant. I had kissed her. In my condo. I did not bring girls back to my condo, especially not ones who I offered a hate fuck to.
I paced around, then I poured another drink.
I should have just left her alone, but the reality was that I wanted her. I wanted her in my home, baking and decorating and making cutting remarks. There was a softness there toward me. I was certain of it.
My new cat meowed.
“Okay, maybe not a hundred percent for sure, but like eighty percent certain.”
“Meow.”
“Fifty? Thirty? Ten?” I gestured with the glass.
The cat curled up on the fancy pillow I had had couriered over. She stretched out in front of the fire.
“So I blew it!” I told Cindy Lou. “Just let me have it.” I flopped down next to her on the carpet and sneezed. “Ugh, the whole place smells like perfume.”
I threw open the french doors to the balcony. It was evening, because for some godforsaken reason, it had taken the entire day to film.
“This better be worth it,” I told the cat, who had fallen asleep.
I prowled around the condo, replaying over and over how it had felt to hold Morticia in my arms, the way she had moaned when I kissed her. It had now been almost eight weeks since I’d had sex. It had taken all my self-control not to push Morticia up against the wall and take her pussy until she screamed.
I was half-hard, and standing out on the balcony in the cold didn’t help any.
I was toying with whether it would be a good idea to dye my hair and sneak off to a club and pretend to be Irish just so I could get laid and get Morticia out of my mind when the doorbell rang.
As if she had just jumped out of my fantasies, there was Morticia, carrying a steaming container, her large black bag slung over her shoulder.
“You shouldn’t have come here,” I growled.
“Oh.” She tipped her head down, her long black hair falling over her face. “Sorry, I just wanted to—”
I grabbed her, pulling her inside. I didn’t give her a chance to say anything else before I shoved her against the wall.
“What is wrong with y—”
Her complaints turned into moans when I crushed our mouths together. I kept my hands clamped to her hips. I didn’t trust them to roam, because I knew I would start taking off her clothes if they did. She made enticing little whimpers as I took my time, kissing her slowly, enjoying the way her mouth felt, the way her body pressed against mine. It took all my self-restraint to peel myself away from her.
I leaned over her, one hand on the wall above her head. “Not going to run away?” I asked her.
She shook her head.
I tipped her chin up and kissed her again, harder this time. “Then did you come here to get fucked?”
Her pupils were dilated, two pools of black.
“Say yes,” I whispered to her, punctuating the words with kisses. “Say the word, and I will ram my thick cock into that tight, hot little pussy of yours.”
She made a sort of strangled noise and reached out to stroke my chest but stopped the motion short. I wanted her to run her hands all over me, rake her nails over my skin, run them over my cock.
Morticia clenched her hand into a fist, and her eyes darted up