Page 92 of Pretty Little Thing


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“Why not?”

“Because… you probably don’t even know him.”

She shrugs. “Try me.”

I sigh. “Clive. His name is—”

“Clive?” she repeats. “Clive Snow?”

“… Yes.”

“The bouncer, right?”

I pause. “Yeah… you know him?”

She laughs. “I interviewed him.”

My eyes widen. “For what?”

“I love to pick apart the staff at Judy’s,” she explains. “Those people have the best stories. I get some good, filthy material from them for my books.”

Trix grins. “Do you still have your notes on this Clive Snow?” she asks with devious eyes.

Melanie snatches her phone off the table. “Oh, I’m sure I do.”

“Guys, come on…” I say. “Can we not make such a big deal out of this, please?”

She turns her wrist, presenting the speaker forward.

“First question,”her voice begins from a recording. “What’s your favorite masturbatory fantasy?”

A man laughs, instantly making the hairs stand up on my neck. That’s definitely Clive.

“Wow, you really jump in there, don’t you?”he asks.

Trix visibly shivers. “Well, hello, Mr. Sexy Voice Man.”

Melanie nods. Repeatedly.

“It’s my favorite ice-breaker,”she says. “Trust me, we’ll get to favorite colors in a minute.”

“Okay…”He chuckles. “My favorite masturbatory fantasy…?”

“Yeah, the one that makes you instantly come. I’m talking buckets here.”

I glare at Melanie but her smirk never fades.

“Oh, that’s an easy one,”he says.

My cheeks burn. “Maybe we shouldn’t listen to this,” I say.

Trix snaps her fingers at me. “Shush.”

Clive continues and I can almost hear the smile in his voice. “It’s a woman lying on the edge of a bed, on her back with her head just barely tilted over the side.”

“Naked?”Melanie asks.

“Definitely — or in some really nice lingerie. So, she’s lying there, head back, eyes open, looking right at me, and she begs me to come on her face.”

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