Chapter 8 - Clay

Shit, this is going all kinds of wrong. And I can’t even blame Zeus. He was on the couch the whole time. So it’s my damn fault that I stepped on the excess fabric of the robe. It’s my fault we fell, but at least I was smooth enough to turn us, so I hit the floor. It hurts like fucking hell. Hardwood is not a forgiving place to land.

I’m not going to let her know how bad it fucking hurt. I’m trying to maintain what’s left of my chewed-up man card. Besides, it's not like I’ve never fallen before. Shit happens on construction sites, no matter how careful you are. The difference is that I have a hard hat on, and the only people who would see me fall and possibly mock me are my coworkers and not the half-naked woman I’m looking to fuck.

For a moment after I fell, I thought I saw stars. Then I realized I was, except they weren’t like the cartoon stars. No, it was the blue galaxy print of Xenia’s bra and underwear. So not a cartoon or real stars but something much better. Stars on the fabri