Well. Don’t know why I should be disappointed he’s still saying he doesn’t want anything. Guess it’s just strange. There’s not many men would turn down a blowjob with no strings attached. Maybe he is really pining. Sounds like it from the way he’s groaning and pushing his hair back. Man has damn fine hair. It’s not that I’m jealous, just disappointed I didn’t get to pay attention to it. Still have hopes of maybe being able to do that later.

But he’s suggesting coffee, and for now I’m game for that. If he thinks we’re actually going to talk about me and how I came here, though, he’s mistaken. I hope I can start him into spinning the tale of his lost love, and just let him go at it while I listen and nod. Then he might forget to ask after me and mine, which would be just fine with me. “Coffee sounds good.” I stand up and pull my shirt on. “I’ll take mine standing up, though, if you don’t mind.” And I don’t quite wink as I lead the way out the door, because you don’t wink at a man with a broken heart, who’s just had you bent over a table, but I give him a grin that should have a wink to go with it.