A Friend to Fuck
“You’d have better luck with the tipsy blonde by the door,” she jutted her chin that way.
A petite blonde that had obviously had one drink too many swayed softly by the door – flashing pouty lips in Theo’s direction.
“Maybe,” Theo crooned, mixing a long island. “But I want you. Come on, beautiful, stop fighting it. I see the way your body responds to me. But I’m a patient man – I can wait,” he added, seeing the retort on her tongue. “It can be fun, no strings attached. Or bring the bloody strings, Hermione. I think you’ll find I’m the open for anything sort.”
“You make it really hard to tell you no, Theo,” she laughed, thinking about the reason why she always told him no.
“Is that a yes, then?” he asked, a faint twinkle in his eye.
“No.”
