[Song Recommendation: Justine Skye - Collide Solo version.]
Kate squinted as she silently studied the man before her. Of course, she knew exactly what he was talking about. A glance at his crotch told Kate everything that she needed to know.
She knew it wasn't right to instigate this conversation when she was already tipsy.
But fuck logic and morality.
She was here to get drunk, and vent her frustrations and sadness, she was not here to be a proper lady.
'And why do I need to be a proper lady and a good wife when my husband can't even keep his dick in his pants?'
"And what do you mean by that, Sir?" the corner of Kate's lip rose to a smirk. It was a sarcastic remark knowing that he was all but a proper gentleman.
"We're throwing Sir—stuff now? Seems you know what I like already," the man teased. He patted his lap and said, "Why don't you come here and we can talk eye to eye, lips to lips perhaps?"
