He pushed me back into the counter, slowly sliding us down and away from the pile of broken glass on the floor. "Aren't you going to clean that up?" I...asked, gesturing. "I'll get it later," he said right before our lips connected again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he picked me up, gripping my thighs and squeezing tightly. I leaned my head back as he started to kiss and suck on my neck and jaw line. He really was more amazing than I thought he would be, and my body could barely take. He, Thomas, with his constant struggle against acne, with his innate lack of coolness, his too skinny body that seemed unable to build up any muscle, had seen no chance to ever end up with a girl like Laura. However, if this was impossible for him, it was absurd to think that Martin would stand a chance. In fact, it seemed absurd that any girl, not just a pretty one like Laura, would ever want to go out with Martin, Thomas thought. He still could not figure out what she had seen in him. Then,. “Come with me.”She blanched fearfully, but followed. In the living room, I sat her on my sofa while I faced her from my leather chair. Nervously, she kept that sweater pressed against her stomach, as if it were armor shielding from my unwanted advances. Yet that slightly frayed pink bra stood out for me to see. Invitingly... At first, she wanted to curl into herself to hide, but then straightened up. She was trying to save her friends after all.“Why are you three in such a hurry to enter the. Not him!HOWEVER, he did have HEAPS of cash, so she stuck around and had a few extra glasses of wine, which helped alleviate her revulsion... After dinner he tried to take her back to his penthouse suite in Pump Plaza and fuck her, but she refused, figuring she’d attempt the “long game” with him.He then asked her how much. She was tempted to slap him. It’d been years since she charged directly! She maintained her composure, played coy and agreed to meet him tomorrow night.Then, of course, they’d.