Vanilla Sex

Fuck, where is my phone?

Brad gave her a funny look or maybe it was just the quirking of his eyebrows.  Cocky asshole, she hated how good he looked in the morning.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" He asked as he dumped the eggs, toast and bacon onto a plate and handed it to her. 

Emma grabbed the food. Hell, she was starving.  She sat down at the table and started stuffing  the food in her mouth.  Yep, she was ravenous, must be from all the stress. 
"Do you want some juice or c0ffee?"

"How about a Jack in Coke?" She mumbled.

"What did you say?"

"Coffee"  Emma said pointing to the high end Kurig on his granite counter top.  Brad was definitely loaded.  He had lots of nice toys (electronics ) scattered through out his condo. It was strange, while she always knew he had money she never really thought about. Being in his condo made her feel dirt poor. Compare to this place her townhouse was so ghetto.

Brad handed her the cup of coffee, perfectly made and just the way she liked.

She grabbed the cup of coffee and took a few zips. It was hot enough to burn her tongue but she didn't care.

"Well thanks for breakfast and the coffee. I like my stuff back now." Emma said.

Brad grabbed a second cup of coffee and set it on the table. He then pulled out a chair and settled himself into the seat. Instead of answering her he proceeded to drink his coffee. Call her petty but she hope he suffer a tongue burn or two. Somehow she was sure his tongue was fine.  He sat there nursing his coffee. Not answering her, not ignoring her.
"My clothes?" She croaked.

"Zip, slurp" really he was going to continue drinking!

Fine he wanted to play that damn game, screw her clothes, hell he had taken only her phone, driver's license, credit card and a twenty. She'll miss her phone but she was due for an upgrade. She reached across him and snagged his phone. Stupid man, he still kept it unlock and he still had the Uber app. She type in where she wanted go (home) and requested her ride. The beautiful thing about the whole event was that the coffee drinking asshole was paying for her ride home. She smiled sweetly at him and delete the app (no incoming notifications hopefully) and returned his phone face down.

She had three minutes to Kill before the uber driver was due to arrived. She took another sip of her coffee and stared at the man across from her. She sure as hell wasn't going to say anything to him. Everything she had to say to him had already been said. She was going to leave his condo with her dignity in tact. Well as much as possible, considering she was doing the college equivalent of the walk of shame.
    The coffee mug was warm in her hands providing  some comfort.
She took one more fortifying slip.  She place the cup carefully on the table.

"Excuse me, my stomach is killing me. The restroom?"

Brad pointed down the hall.  She nodded and headed to the bathroom.  She opened the door and closed it softly.

She counted very slowly, when she got to twenty she snuck out.