Page 54 of Mr. Romantic (Mister 2)

I shrug and step back. “I was holding back. Plus I don’t do it much these days.”

“You still draw?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

“I can’t. I burn them afterward. I don’t keep the pictures.”

“Then draw me. And prove it.”

“I will, Ivy. If that’s what you want. But I like to fuck hard afterward and you need it soft.”

“I don’t believe you. I think you’re lying. I think you’re the one responsible for my fake résumé. I think you brought me here.”

“Why would I do that?”

“I don’t know. But it was you. I know it.”

“Then why are you here?”

She has no answer for that.

“I know why you’re here, Ivy.”

“Why?” She straightens her shoulders like she’s trying to be brave. Like I’m scaring the shit out of her and she’s forcing herself to remain calm.

“You told me. You want me to fuck you. So let me. Let me fuck you again and this time, you won’t cry afterward.”

Her eyes narrow. “You knew I was crying?”

“No. But I’ve thought about it. I’ve run the whole thing back in my mind and I get it. I hurt you. And it wasn’t my intention. I just like to fuck a certain way. And if I had known you were a virgin, well…” I laugh.

“You wouldn’t have touched me.”

“I would not have touched you. I can’t risk another girl misunderstanding my intentions and accusing me of rape again, now can I?”

“You did rape her, didn’t you?”

“I did not.”

“She thought you did, though. Didn’t she?”

“She didn’t, Ivy. I swear. It was nothing like that.”

“Then tell me what it was like.”

“No.”

“Then why should I trust you?”

“I never really asked you to trust me, Ivy. I just wanted to fuck you.”

“And now you want to fuck me again?”

“Yes. Again, and again, and again. I feel a little possessive of you now. Like I have a claim. Like you’re mine.”

She licks her lips, but it’s a nervous gesture.