EMMA
There was silence for a second.
Then Xander murmured, "You can't do this to me."
"I can and I will," I retorted hotly, my words tumbling faster now especially since talking helped distract me from how my body was responding to him.
"Why did you even come here, anyway? Isn't Vera around? Or is she so mad at you she won't let you screw her anymore—"
Xander shut his eyes and sighed. "Emma-"
"Or did you suddenly decide you wanted a little change? Maybe you thought I'd be an easy lay, right?"
He swallowed, and I heard the click in his throat.
"Emma," he sighed again, more softly this time.
"Well, bad news, Xander," I said, my voice rising. "I'm not that cheap. I'm not going to let you fuck me, no matter what you say. So take my advice and go to Vera. After all, she is your mistress, right?"
"I don't want her. I want you. Only you."
He opened his eyes, and I saw the burning sincerity in them.
My lips moved, forming the word liar, but Xander shook his head.
