“No, I can honestly say it hasn’t.”
“Well let it.” She sighed and then continued her tirade. “Yes, part of me is here for you, but then part is here for me. And I want to watch. With you.”
“Fine.” Jonas was done. Done fighting her and done fighting himself. He was going to give Ali what she asked for, and let the cards fall as they may. “But first. The rules.”
“You already told me the rules.”
“No, those were the party rules. These are the rules for you.”
Her brow arched in an affronted manner. “Why do I get separate rules?”
“Because I say so. Take it or leave it.”
“Bully.”
He couldn’t deny it, even if he tried. “Is that a yes or no?”
“Yes.” Gone was the woman who seconds ago didn’t want to release his dick. In her place was one who looked like someone who, for five dollars and a shot of tequila, would gladly rip it off. “Fine, what are they?”
“Number one, you don’t go off with anyone but me.”
“Okay.”
Her reply was too quick for his peace of mind. “I mean anyone, Ali. Not Finn. Not anyone.”
“What is your obsession with Finn?”
Jonas sent her a leveled look. He could ask her the same thing. “Anyone.”
“I get it.” She tilted her head, and sent him a look that spoke volumes on how little she regarded his intelligence at the moment. “You leave with the one who brought you. Check.”
He didn’t care if she thought he was dumb as a stump, as long as she did as he told her. “Number two, at any time you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable, you tell me so we can leave.”
“I will,” she said solemnly, filling him with at least a bit more assurance.
“Number three, no lying.”
“Lying?”
“Yes. I want you to be open and honest with me at all times. Tonight isn’t just about looking, it’s about learning. And we can’t do that if you lie. If you see something that excites you, makes your pussy wet,” Jonas used the crass words just to get the pretty pink color to come back to her cheeks, “then I want to know.”
“Number four, don’t be embarrassed about liking what you like.”
Ali held up her hand to stop him. “Hold up a second. I can’t make any promises about that.”
“Why not?”
“Because I can no more control how things affect me than I can control my feet. You’ve seen me trip over dust. You know I’m not lying.”
“Fine, then let’s make number four, don’t be ashamed of what you like.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“Not at all.” And before the night was over he was going to show her the difference.
“Okay, no shame. Is that it?”
“No, final rule” -- Jonas held his hand out to her palm up -- “no panties.”

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