“Let me take a wild guess: he probably didn’t f**k you until the fifth or sixth date, am I right?” I ask. “And even when he did, he probably didn’t f**k you at all. I bet he tried to make love to you. Tell me—was that satisfying? Did it make your toes curl? Did it make your eyes roll back in your head? Did you moan his name?”
She looks down, her cheeks flushing with color. “I don’t want to talk about this.”
I feel like a kid with a new toy. There’s something about this woman—I want to push all her buttons and watch her explode. She’s so reserved, so turned in on herself, that I want to see what happens when I rip her wide open.
“Because you’re embarrassed about what you settled for?”
“Lionel was a good guy,” she says defensively. “He… he treated me well.”
“Pity it ended so quickly, th
