Marley lands a hot kiss to my lips before whispering, “You think my boss will fire me if I don’t show up at the office?”
“No, but he might fuck you later if you’re not careful. I hear he’s a real dick.” I gently rub her bottom. “You okay?” I wince in lieu of an apology.
“I’m fine.”
A phone rings from the living room, her ringtone not mine.
“I’m not getting it,” she hums into my chest. It goes silent, then, after a few seconds, rings again. On its third rotation she growls and crawls out of bed. “I’m going to hang whoever it is and then I’m going to flush my phone down the toilet.”
“Why clog up the plumbing when we can just set it on fire?”
I watch her perfect porcelain skin as she exits the room, inspecting her for bite marks but, thankfully, there aren’t any. My head burrows back into the pillow as I ready for day two of dominating Ms. Jackson—hell, maybe I’ll let her dominate me. Maybe.
“Wyatt?” She speeds back in after less than a minute. “I need you to take me to my dorm right now.” She scrambles to get her jeans on.
“What’s wrong?” I hop into my sweats and running shoes. My hand fumbles for something in the drawer without looking and I pull on a T-shirt that reads World’s Most Annoying Brother. A gift from Blake a few birthdays back.
“Nothing. It’s stupid.” She blinks back tears as she hustles me out the door. “Just something to do with Rags to Riches.” She bolts to my car as I unlock the door.
I rush Marley back to Whitney Briggs, and she jumps out of the passenger’s side slamming the door so fast she forgets to say goodbye. I give a quick honk, and she waves still racing toward her building.
Something tells me what ever it is, it’s very fucking wrong.
* * *
I head home, shower, and throw on a monkey suit. There’s a proposal due in less than twenty-four hours that I should probably come up with. No sooner do I get into my office than Ryder comes in with something tucked under his arm, a look of concern cemented on his face.
“Morning.” He sits across from me with a somber air about him, expectantly as if he were waiting for me to say something.
“What’s going on?” Second mystery of the day. This is all starting to feel a bit foreboding.
“Dropped Laney off this morning. I always pick up a copy of the school paper after walking her to class.” He blinks a dry smile. “I usually give that article your girlfriend writes a quick glance. You do that?”
“Every darn day.” I chuckle as I open my laptop. “It’s right here on my favorites bar. Sex and the Coed.” I give it a double take.
The format is a little off today. Centered. Heavy font on the first line. Her name in bold. Just above that it reads; Hi all! I’m short on time tonight, so I thought I’d toss up a little something I’ve been working on—my memoir! Here’s a sneak peak, but you’ll have to catch up with me in about five years to read the rest of the juicy details! Smell ya later! Chow!
Marley Jackson
My Life in Men
The sexual life and times of a college (slutty) coed.
Subject One: The Ancient One i.e. my boss! (Wyatt James)
Quantity and Variety: The Ancient One and I have had a few sparse, non-memorable encounters. Although the subject had full belief he was able to enforce an assortment of carnal pleasure, the positions were often contrived and not a lot of energy was put into the endeavor. (I blame his senior stature!) Unfortunately, I have to F-A-K-E the big O every single time just to convince myself that he cares enough that I have one. His body isn’t up to par due to his advanced age, and his man parts are definitely lacking. Can you say twig and marbles? Even in my inexperience I understand that he isn’t up to the challenge, but a part of me wants to believe things will get better. Newsflash! I also believe in unicorns!
Positives: He could be tenacious once things get going—that is, if he can keep it up.
Negatives: He expends said tenacious energy on trying to work whatever position best pleasures him. Can you say selfish old coot? I knew this was a one-sided affair from the first night he took me to his place.
On a scale of one to ten (one being a mental plea for my virginity) I give this subject a negative five. The Ancient One is totally unaware of how vitally he sucketh at the art of lovemaking. It’s comical to think he can make a career of this if need be. Speaking of careers, I hope I don’t get fired!
“What the hell is this?” My heart sinks like a lead brick, and I fight the urge to vomit it out.
“Sorry, dude. I don’t know what to say. I’ve already called human resources and made sure her security pass has been disabled. You’re safe here. She’s not allowed in the building.”