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“I think I know you,” I said. “Hold on. It’s Chloe, isn’t it? From the climbing wall?”
Her hand stopped on my chest.
It was a small thing, a pause no longer than a breath, but the room cooled by about ten degrees. The fire popped. She took a very slow step back, and the red silk slid off her shoulder and she didn’t catch it.
“No,” she said. “It isn’t.”
“Sorry. I thought…”
“I know what you thought.” She wasn’t angry. She sounded tired, a little amused, a little hurt. “I told you the rules. I didn’t want to be a guess. I wanted to be somebody who wasn’t anybody’s anything for one night.”
“I’m an idiot.”
“A bit.” She considered me. “But you’re also here, and you’ve got an erection, and I’ve got ten minutes before I stop wanting to. I’m leading. You don’t talk. And you don’t get to know.”
She pushed me onto the bed, climbed up, and took my cock in her glove. I should have stopped. I didn’t. She stroked me tight and fast, watching my face, twisting at the head, and I came with a gasp across my stomach in under a minute.
She wiped her glove on the red sheet, kissed my forehead, and retied her dress.
“Goodnight, Ben.”
The door shut behind her. On Thursday, at the pub quiz, our captain Nina frowned at my wrong answer, then gave me a look I couldn’t read, and I never did work out why my ears went hot.
Ending 10 of 16: Wrong Name. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.