Virgin for Sale

Chapter 18

No music sounds, and I wonder if she’s even listening to anything.

Faye climbs inside and tells me her address.

Again, I don’t say anything.

Silence fills the car.

“I’m hungry,” Kerry says. Her voice is small as it carries from the back of the car.

“I can pull over for some takeout. There’s plenty of drive-thru places if you don’t want to eat inside.” Anything to keep Faye near me longer.

“I’m covered. I made dinner.”

“You did meatballs in the crockpot?” Kerry asks.

“Yes.”

“Awesome. Are you inviting your boss in?”

I see her clench her hand into a fist, and I smirk.

“I’m sure he’s busy.”

“I happen to love meatballs.” It’s not a lie. I’ve not had them in a long time. Meatballs are not exactly on the restaurant menu.

“Would you like to have dinner with us?”

“Sure.”

time with

was school?” Faye

about boring English. Like I care what some dumbasses

at her head, looking sad. “You used to love

I’m

know what is going

and yet I have to remain silent

space near her

I saw last night

with her strides. It’s clear there is more to this woman. She still makes sure the

inside if you don’t want to. Kerry won’t eat with

“How come?”

means she’ll be listening to her music. She’ll eat food, just

got to

both in her apartment. Again, I notice how she locks the

The apartment’s small.

a nice part of town, so she clearly went without extra space

apartment. I walk with her to the kitchen. There’s a small table that

you

“I’ll take a water.”

She pulls out a bowl, and I see the pasta is already pre-cooked. She has a small microwave,

I see the ridge of her thong. If I’d known she was wearing them, I wouldn’t have been able to show any

So much.

already started

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