You don't just go through a lady's handbag."
"Get over it already Emmy. No harm done."
He turns to me, now fully dressed and attempting to leave the closet but I'm standing in his way and I have no intention of moving until I get my point across.
"I don't want you going through my purse, my phone, nothing!" I tell him. "How'd you like it if I searched through your apartment?"
"Be my guest," he says in amusement. "And while you're at it, see if you can find my favourite cufflinks. I'm sure I dropped them somewhere."
I'm so frustrated with him, I'm barely stopping myself from stomping my feet. "I'm being serious here James."
"For fuck's sake Emmy, it's no big deal. If I can cum inside you. I sure as hell can go into your bag or your phone."
This is one time I don't appreciate his plain speaking. "One has nothing to do with the other. You violated my privacy."
