Switch

God, was he smart, but not in the way that made me feel

stupid. He talked about a lot of subjects, always leaving

room for me to comment. And he listened, realy listened

to my answers. By the time we got back to the Manor the

first drops of cold spring rain were spattering, and I was

half in love with him.

'I need to go in,' I said at the front door. 'Thanks for the soda.'

'I'm going to head down the other direction. Get another

mile or so in. It's my day off,' Eric explained. 'I need

something to work off some of the stress, you know?'

I could help him with that, but I couldn't exactly say so.

'Sure. See you around.'

He waved and left me at the door. Upstairs in my

apartment, I stripped out of my clothes and ran the

apartment, I stripped out of my clothes and ran the

shower, where I scrubbed away the sweat and thought

about Eric. I had the unfair advantage, no doubt about it. I

tipped my face into the spray, thinking of his smile and

laugh, and then the stroke of his fist on his cock. I knew

things I had no right to know.

I couldn't decide if I liked him better because I knew, and

I had no way to tel. I'd noticed him before I found out.

Maybe that meant it was fate. Or coincidence. Or stupid,

dumb luck. Maybe if I hadn't put two and two together I'd

have already forgotten about him. Or at least fucked him.

But I hadn't done either of those things, so I did this,

instead.

Your time is no longer your own. Every minute belongs

to me. No matter what else you're doing, I expect your

thoughts to be of how your actions would please or

displease me. To this end, I expect a full accounting of

your evening from 6:00 p.m. until midnight. Hourly,

you will text your whereabouts to me and your

activities of the past hour.

Chapter 23

'You have our numbers, right?' Stela was running late, as usual.

'Yep.'

I'd arrived on time with a handful of gossip magazines I'd

picked up to get me through an evening of watching the

Cartoon Network or listening to Tyler's commentary on

his latest video game. My dad had promised me dinner but

that meant a couple of frozen pizzas already heading

toward burned in the oven.

She hopped on one foot to slide the strap of her shoe

higher on her heel while she fumbled with an earring at the

same time. The woman was incredibly coordinated. She

got both ends of her situated and put her foot down, then

looked at me. 'Have you lost weight?'

I looked at myself. 'I guess so. Some.'