Where I Live

“What stupid game was I playing?” I had an idea but was willing to test his response.

Teasing him. Teasing his friends. Overdoing the whole girlfriend thing…

“Seducing me.” He said flatly. “It worked.”

Not the answer I was expecting.

I eyed his perfect profile, outlined by the afternoon light. This is getting dangerous. I need to change the subject.

“You made everyone in there, think I was demanding sex.” I grumbled with a frown.

Scrambling for something to fight about, I suppose. But even as I said it, I recalled their shocked expressions. And the true depth of my humiliation sunk in.

“No.” He shook his head warily. “I said you were insatiable.”

No difference.

“Same thing.”

“No.” He said slowly. “And most everyone in there won’t even know what that word even means. It’s one of your olden style ones.”

Olden style… I rolled my eyes.

“Then why do you use it?”

“To get you wet.” He grinned. Giving me a sideways look. “Is it working?”