Sometimes She Lets Me by Tristan Taormino

Sometimes She Lets Me by Tristan Taormino

Author:Tristan Taormino
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2011-07-27T04:00:00+00:00


VOODOO AND TATTOOS

Lynne Jamneck

It started out so innocuously. Maybe that’s why it turned out so fucking hot.

I’ve had enough of bartending in my life that when Annie asked me to pour drinks at a conference she was in charge of, my immediate instinct was to think—fast—of the first best lie I could offer in order to avoid the prospect.

“I—someone has to feed my cat.”

Annie found that excuse pathetic, and gave me a look that said so. “Kyle, that cat died two years ago.”

“Fuck, you remember.”

“Of course I do. I was at the funeral.”

“A little respect, please. Princess Leia was no ordinary feline.”

“Sure she wasn’t,” she said sweetly. Sarcastically. Annie wasn’t an animal lover. Curious, then, that she’d refer to her lover as a “tiger” in bed. Makes you think.

“So you’ll do it?”

“Is this the fancy-schmancy do you’ve been planning for the last two months?” Annie was head of conference planning at the Sheraton Belgravia Hotel on Chesham Street in London.

“I’m thrilled. You remembered.”

“How could I not—you’ve been yammering about it nonstop for weeks.”

“Oh fuck off, Kyle.” Then she went all sweet again. “So then you know how important this is to me, to my career.” She sidled up next to me, running a long finger along my forearm. “I need the best bartender in London, and you’re it.”

Annie and I have never slept together. We’ve come close once or twice in moments when neither of us had been thinking. She was way too driven, and I liked Guns N’ Roses. But she knew just how to play me.

“I take it the Sheraton pays well?”

“Oh, yes. And I’ll get you a uniform… Just do us a favor?”

“I thought I already was.”

There was the sweet smile again, laced with sarcasm. “I can see why you manage to fuck any girl you want. Your wit surpasses even my own. No dear, what I meant was the hair.”

“The hair?”

“Yes. Yours in particular. Just…try not to look like Ringo Starr on a bad day, okay?” I wouldn’t argue with Annie. I’d just lose.



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