He stopped and she looked up with interest. Was this going to be the day that she broke through? That she made him actually want her? She never got the feeling that he wanted her. He always made excuses, like he didn't want to touch her, get her dirty, but she always felt like it was more that he didn't want to get dirty. Lord knew she got around. She was as dirty as they came. Her brow furrowed at his answer and she let it be.
No go, not this time. She bit her lip and then took another sip, nearly done with the glass of champagne. She wasn't going to move to get more, though, not until he was done. She couldn't risk him being unhappy. She was wearing him down, though, even if she wasn't sure that was a good thing. Susanna wasn't sure what would happen if she ever broke through all of that self control.
As he finished quickly, she prayed to God that she hadn't stepped in it. Making him unhappy would cut her off from what she needed. She swallowed and looked down at her champagne glass, inwardly cursing herself with every single nasty word she could. You're a dumb fucking cunt, Susie-Q. You can't even let a good thing be.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." She whispered, hating herself for feeling so stupid. Why did he have to be so damned strange?