Chapter 31: Becoming His F-Buddy

"Arthur Sandlin, what is that supposed to mean?" I glared at him, my voice sharp with disbelief. Was he really doubting whether it had been my first time? Did he seriously think I was just some cheap woman who slept around? Then again, maybe he had a point. If I were respectable, would I have come up with the idea of seducing him in the first place? Would I have slept with him more than once? Maybe I really had thrown away my dignity. "You're a good actress. I almost believed it was your first time." Arthur's tone was calm, but every word was soaked in judgment. He studied me with that detached, calculating look he always had. His comment made my blood boil. How could someone be so condescending? So small-minded? Yes, I had my reasons for coming to him, but that didn't give him the right to treat me like I was trash. The first time, at the bar, had been real. My first time. No act, no lies. And now he was standing there calling me fake. For someone who looked so perfect, he was rotten