Consolation Prize
Gaze sparking with challenge, he tapped his chin thoughtfully before answering, “You know, now that you mention it, I guess I was debating whether to bend her over this bench here and take her from behind or back her into that tree and shag her rotten against the bark. Jesus, Juli. Get your head out of the gutter. We share a couple classes together. That’s all.”
“Whatever,” I muttered, scowling. “I know how the male mind works.”
His eyebrows rose, and I could tell I’d offended him. But a second later, he let go of me and took a step back.
“This may sound hard to believe, but I don’t fuck every woman I talk to. I mean, what exactly do you think happens? I get within five feet of a chick, smel