Page 59 of Ghost

He nodded toward the Zappos box. “What the fuck is that?”

I pushed the box inside the door with my foot. “New pair of Chucks. My old ones are getting raggedy.”

“What’s it doing up here?” he asked.

“The UPS guy always comes up the back steps. He knows I sit back here, and he likes to chat. I think he feels like he’s kicking it with a celebrity.”

He nodded, and then pulled the door closed. “So, do we have a deal?” he asked. “Chopsticks tricks for blowjobs?”

“You haven’t been practicing, have you?”

“Nope,” he said.

I laughed. “You’re going to lose. You can’t use chopsticks for shit.”

“What’s the punishment, again?”

I locked the door. “Licking my pussy.”

“Damn it,” he said. “Looks like you’ve manipulated me again.”

I paused and looked at him, confused as to who was manipulating who. Truth be known, I think Porter was manipulating me into manipulating him into having hot sex. But, he was doing so willingly, and knowingly.

Which, in my mind, meant that I was the one being manipulated.

I shrugged it off and followed him down the stairs, wondering if I could ever win at anything with him.

Anything at all.