"I beg your forgiveness." There, there, sugarplum," Steve cooed beside her, patting her leg. Suddenly, his powerful hand slid up between her legs, vio...ently grabbing her crotch through the cool silk of her gown. "Don't be such a cunt."Jane shot to her feet like she'd been zapped with an electric charge, too shocked to speak. "How DARE you!" she shrieked."Sit down and shut up," Steve snarled. Although she was utterly furious, Jane did as she was told, not wanting to cause a scene. Or at least. I began replaying the dream in my mind. My middle finger slipped into me as I envisioned crawling onto the bed. The best thing about hindsight is that even the insignificant parts are so exciting because you already know what’s about to happen. Focus only on the guy from the dream. I had to finish before I reached the end. I knew that would be impossible but I didn’t want to think about it.Stroking my hand over my nipples, I drug my arm to the dresser side that almost hugged my bed. I retrieved. She opened doors to me, doors I had never known to exist. And, to this very day, I remember her.”“Was she ...yours?”“No, she was never mine in a physical way, if that is what you are asking. Theodora was my only woman friend.”“But you never fancied her?”“You seem to need to be wanted by men, am I not right?”“Well, I…”“That’s why you are easy to take, you are like a city without fortresses, a garden without enclosures with its flowers open to all.”“No, I…”“Theodora was not easy, and she was not. That’s it.”“We’re not finished,” he said again, “and you know it. Dinner. At 7. I’ll pick you up at your shit-hole apartment.”“Patrick—”“Bye, Lover.”“Stop calling me that, you prick! I’m going to—”“Nina.” My boss’s cool voice interrupted my threat. My cheeks reddened and I heard hysterical laughter on the other end of the phone before an abandoning click.Slowly I put my phone down and tried to smile at him. “I’m sorry, sir. I was on the phone with a friend and he—”My boss waved a dismissive.