Chapter 23

I knew it was because Dorothy felt diffident. She hadn't screamed or left when catching me jerking off. Instead, she'd stood there and watched me with wide eyes for a while. The thought of it made her flush. She was afraid I would bring it up, so she quickly cut me off.

I asked tentatively, "Does this mean you've forgiven me?"

She harrumphed. "You can pass the incident in the car off as an accident, but what about when we were in the supermarket? Why did you say those things to me? Did you think I was some loose woman?"

That was actually what she was mad about. She and I had only met once, yet I'd said such forward things to her. She felt that I thought she was a promiscuous woman—this thought had started because of the massage in the morning.

When I'd massaged her, she'd felt my hands roaming but hadn't stopped me in time. She thought she'd given me the wrong signals, leading to me saying those things. That was why she was both regretful and upset.

At the same time, she was mad a