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                    His  ey es   na rro w  as  hi s  ha nd   moves   to  the   und ernea th  of  my  foot.
                He  slowly traces  hi s fing ers  from the  tops of my toes , down  to my heel .
                “I still ver y much  want  to fuck you.”
                    Someo ne  gasps, and  it isn’t me.
                    R yle  and   I  both  look  at  the   door way  and   Allysa  is  stand ing   there,
                wide- ey ed .  Her   mouth     is  open   as  she   point s  down    at  R yle.   “Did  you

                just . . .”  She  looks at me  and  says, “I am so sorr y about hi m, Lily.”  And
                then  she  looks  back  at  R yle  with  veno m  in  her  ey es .  “Did  you  just  tel l
                my boss you want  to fuck her?”
                    Oh,  de ar.
                    R yle  pulls  hi s  bottom  lip  in  and  chew s  on  it  for  a  sec ond .  Marsha ll
                walks in  behi nd  Allysa and  says, “Wha t’s going  on?”
                    Allysa  looks  at  Marsha ll  and   point s  at  R yle  again.   “He  just  told  Lily

                he  want s to fuck her! ”
                    Marsha ll  looks  from  R yle  to  me.   I  don’t  kno w  whet her  to  laugh  or
                crawl  und er     the   table   and   hi de.   “You  did?”   he   says,  looking   back  at
                R yle.
                    R yle  shru gs. “It appea rs tha t way,” he  says.
                    Allysa  puts  her  hea d  in  her  ha nd s,  “Jes us  Chri st,”  she  says,  looking

                at   me.    “He’s   drunk .   They ’re    both    drunk .   Plea se   don’t    judge    me
                bec ause  my brother  is an  asshole. ”
                    I  smile  at  her  and   wave  it  off.  “It’s  fine,   Allysa.  Lots  of  peo ple  want
                to  fuck  me. ”  I  glanc e  back  at  R yle  and   he’s  still  casually  stroking   my
                foot.  “At  lea st  your  brother  spea ks  hi s  mind .  Not  a  lot  of  peo ple  ha ve
                the  courage  to say wha t they ’re  actually thi nk ing .”
                    R yle   wink s   at   me   and    then   caref ully   moves    my   ank le   off   hi s   lap.

                “Let ’s see  if you can  put any  wei ght  on  it,” he  says.
                    He  and   Marsha ll  hel p  me  to  my  feet .  R yle  point s  to  a  table  a  few
                feet   away  tha t’s  pushed   up  agains t  a  wall.  “Let ’s  try  to  make  it  to  the
                table  so I can  wrap it.”
                    His   arm   is   sec ured    around    my   waist,   and    he’s   gripping    my   arm
                tight ly  to  make  sure  I  don’t  fall.  Marsha ll  is  more  or  les s  just  stand ing

                nex t  to  me  for  support.  I  put  a  little  wei ght   on  my  ank le  and   it  hu rts,
                but it’s no t ex cruciating . I’m able  to ho p all the  way to the  table  with  a
                lot   of   assistanc e   from   R yle.    He   hel ps   me   pull   mysel f   up   unt il   I’m
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