• Who was the first person to realize we could drink cow’s milk and, like, what were they actually up to?
• In Mean Girls why did everyone believe Cady wrote the Burn Book? She was new!
• When Dorsey spread my legs over him in the nap pod, had I been seconds from throwing this man my whole ass?!

They were all rattling around in her brain, popping in her head uninvited when she showered or lotioned or curled her hair. Should she have pushed her nipple in his mouth? And grabbed his length underneath her? Told him to shut up? That didn’t sound very consensual. But she liked the idea of getting a little bit of power back—make him scream her name and beg for her. He deserved it. It was uncomfortable and confusing when her body and mind were running in opposite directions. Shouldn’t she dislike him completely if she disagreed with everything about him? How could his touch still make her heart jump out of her chest? Why would the sound of his morning voice make her grab at her abdomen like she needed to protect her eggs? He was so entitled to female attention that he had scarcely given her another thought. But now that Janae was wrapped up so tightly with David, Liza couldn’t help but feel lonely, and it was hard for her to share her feelings with her family. Chicho also seemed to see her mostly as a whiner.

“Okay,” Liza said to herself, “time to split. Cut your losses.”

She had resigned herself to sitting in the café next door and applying for positions she would never hear back from, when she saw Dorsey through the windows of the municipal building.

Keep your head, child. It was Granny’s voice that popped into her head now.

Granny, I’m trying.

Her head knew all the reasons he was just wrong, but Liza’s body only remembered his cock under her thigh, so thick and throbbing.

For me?

For her.

He seemed to pop up when she was in want of an audience. His shoulders were high, and his brows were creased. He looked angry. Good, I hope some official finally told him no. I should go before he sees me. It made sense in her head, but her body moved itself into Dorsey’s line of sight.

Dorsey stopped walking mid-stride. He nearly dropped the phone at the sight of Liza outside the government building. She stepped right out of his Instagram feed like he had conjured her out of purely lustful thoughts. He saw her in the thick glass, and she tilted her chin up defiantly.

She sees me.