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Chapter 30: I Didn’t Mean To Turn You On
“Would
you like something to drink?” Ava asked. “My daughter forgot to offer you one.
So rude.”
“Thank
you, no. I’m fine,” Terry responded. “I wasn’t gonna be here long anyway.”
“Okay.
You’re in a band with Dominique, right?” Ava asked as she circled Terry, who
felt the full weight of her attention.
“Yeah,
that’s right.”
“What
do you play?”
“Guitar,
bass, drums, Keyboards. A lot of different stuff.”
Ava
laughed and touched his shoulder. “So you can tickle the ivories, huh?”
“Yeah,
somethin’ like that.” Terry answered. He didn’t like where the conversation was
heading. As if on cue, Ava stopped and pressed the whole resilient length of
herself against Terry’s back and cupped his posterior. For a moment, Terry was
so much in shock he didn’t move.
“I
bet you can keep a beat can’t you?” she purred in his ear. Anger blossomed
inside of Terry and he shrugged Ava away from him.
“What
the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Aw,
come on, baby. You don’t want some young girl that don’t know nothin’.” Ava
drawled as she closed the distance between them. “You want somebody with some
experience. And I can make it so nice.”
“And
wind up on the Jerry Springer show ‘cuz of yo hoe-ass? Damn that.” Terry said
as he shoved her away. Ava looked shocked and hurt by Terry’s vehement
rejection. She lit up a cigarette and leveled an angry gaze on Terry.
“You
must be gay or somethin’.” She spat.
“Nope.
I just know when not to let my dick do the thinkin’.” He spat back. Ava looked
dumbfounded and stalked to her favorite chair. Her face was red and she mumbled
something about “pretty muthafuckas.”
“Yeah,
whateva,” Terry snarled as he walked upstairs.
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