Page 17 of Dick

Twice.

Fucker arrested me, and charged me with assault on a law enforcement officer. Now I’m on probation. So, you’re not the only criminal at the table.”

I wasn’t going to let her goad me into admitting I was a criminal. I shot her a grin to acknowledge her accomplishment.

She grinned in return. “So, back to what we were talking about. What do you want from me, Dick?”

I glared at her. “Will you stop saying my name like that?”

“I will if you tell me what you want.”

“I haven’t decided yet. I’ve got a few ideas, though.”

She made eye contact, leaned over the center of the table, and grabbed my glass of scotch. After two sips, she winced, coughed, and wiped her mouth. “Bullshit. I wish once, just once, that a guy would be truthful. I ask you what you do, and you say you’re an entrepreneur. I ask you what you want, and you say you haven’t decided. Every guy I ever dated ended up being a liar. Be different, Dick. Tell the truth.”

I grabbed my scotch out of her hand and drank what was left in the glass. I had nothing to lose in telling her the truth. Not really. I inhaled a deep breath, studied her for a moment and decided what the fuck. “When I met you in the alley, I thought you were a cute little bitch, just like I told you. In fact, the more I looked at you, the cuter you got. You made my dick stiff, Jess. All ten inches of it.”

Her eyes went wide. Real wide.

My mouth twisted into a smirk. “Yeah. I said ten. And it’s about as fat as your skinny little wrist. I made you open your mouth just because, but when you did, I imagined watching every fucking inch of it sliding past those pouty little lips of yours. You know the lips I’m talking about right? The ones you just spread that lip butter on a minute ago?”

She stared back at me with her mouth agape.

I stood up, opened my wallet, and tossed $500 on the table. “Get up.”

Her brown eyes met mine. “Huh?”

I tossed my head toward her purse. “Get up. Grab your purse. We’re leaving.”

She stood up. “Where are we going?”

“Back to my place. I’m tired of arguing with you. I’ll just show you what I want.”

“What if I don’t want to do what you want to do?”

“You do. You’re just too busy running your fucking mouth to realize it.” I coughed out a laugh. “But here pretty soon it’ll be too full for you to talk.”