#Chapter379
Impulsively, and I guess, aggressively, I pull her into me, so my pelvis is pushed into her, almost in a bid to kill my erection and partly because she frustrates me intensely. I’m annoyed at me, annoyed at this and behaving like a stroppy kid who wants the candy, but cannot take it. I let her go quickly, torn, and confused; cursing my dying hard on, which has found the overriding kill switch.
/"Now move, kitty cat, I have a cab waiting downstairs./" I shove her forwards in front of me, to take temptation away, and cannot help the devil side that pats her ass as she passes. Impulse overtaking reason, and a reminder that I am already drunk, and this does not bode well for her if I consume more.
No more booze!
She turns and half scowls, half questions me with a look of surprise and I really have no answer.
