Sit? As if her feet had forgotten a time before the boots and had only now just remembered, each gave a resounding throb. Of course, she probably would have sat down anyway, but now she had an excuse.
Of course, there were other chairs spread out around the one CJ had chosen, but Savannah didn't like the look of any of them. She wanted physical contact, wanted to feel sexy, if not loved. Some very sick part of her brain had already rationalized away her behavior... After all, if CJ still found her attractive -- even after having sex with other women -- it meant she was every bit as hot as she wanted to be.
To that end, she stepped up beside him and swung one leg over the chair, then lowered herself daintily onto his thighs. Straddling him, her skirt had nowhere to go but to ride up, revealing just a peek of lacey black panties beneath. She knew all the moves, but she carried a different sort of attitude tonight. The brazen, playful confidence she had exhibited in his bedroom had been replaced by an aura of vulnerability.
"Sorry," she told him, as coolly as if she had no just made herself at home in his lap. "You're stuck with me."
How unfair of him to dump this in her lap when she wasn't quite herself... Maybe by tomorrow, she'd feel sane enough to ditch him. Until then, he seemed like a damned good alternative to feeling sorry for herself.