Page 88 of Obeying Mr Kingsley

Emily is getting married, she’s in love and growing a tiny human inside her.Busy creating her new life.

“That’s a shame.I was going to see if you wanted to get dinner again next week.”Terrance sips the vodka while his buddy turns to survey the room.“Maybe I can convince you to stay.”

Shit.

Mason’s response when I told him I’d gone out with Terrance springs back into my mind.He was jealous, but it no longer means anything.

So, do I go?

I’m not that into Terrance, but what harm can it do?It’s better than spending the entire week alone.Em’s studying Catherine has her kids.Terri is out of town.

“I only have Wednesday off.”

“It’s a date,” he smirks.“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

He backs away smoothly, in a way that would make another girl’s heart beat faster.It does nothing for me.I don’t want to rip his clothes off, and if he tried to kiss me, I think I’d slap him.

There have certainly not been any sexy dreams about Terrance like there have a certain other American.The one who has my core clenching and my mind going to naughty places.

There’s apparently only one man who seems capable of making me react like that, and we are now just friends.

The horrible F word.

At least I won’t be in the country long and have to witness him falling in love or hitting on other women.

But the price I pay for that is not seeing my best friend every day.

Speaking of, Emily said she might pop in for a quick drink tonight.I glance at the clock, and it’s getting a little late.She probably changed her mind.

I would too if I had a man like Sebastian.

Terrance orders another drink thirty minutes later and heads back to his group.

Mr.Maroon Sweater is getting increasingly liquored, and his comments cruder.

“Why haven’t I seen you here before?”His eyes drift across my tits as he wipes his mouth across the back of his hand.

Yuck.

“Just started.”I say as I dry a glass.

“You’re British.”

Wow.He has ears.Well done, my dude.

“I am.”

“Not much of a conversationalist, are you?”His beady red eyes watch my every move as he takes a sip.

“No, but I make a good drink,”

I bet you have a small dick.

“Takes more than that,” He drops his glass onto the bar harder than necessary.“Girls like you need to put out a bit.Smile.Flirt.Show more of the good stuff.”

Snap.

I turn and prepare for battle.“And what good stuff would that be?If I was a man—”