#Chapter 11 Perverted Pleasure

“What?” I asked, taking a half-step back from Bob. “I was just thinking about when we separated three months ago, how you held back tears,” Bob said with an unnerving grin. My cheeks flushed as anger flooded me. “What’s your point?” I hissed. Bob stepped closer to me, and I moved back again. He reached forward and gently touched me on the forearm. “I was just thinking that maybe we shouldn’t haven’t closed that door…entirely,” he said. He ran his hand to my upper arm. “Maybe we could be more than friends.” My jaw dropped. He wanted to be friends with benefits?! I resisted the urge to slap him. “You’re about to get married,” I snapped. “Show some self-respect.” “Come on, it’s just sex—” “Thanks, but no thanks. I don’t sleep with disgusting people.” “You—” I raised my finger within a few centimeters of his face, effectively cutting him off midsentence. “Not another word,” I said through clenched teeth. “Your fiancée is about to return in her wedding dress, and we