God of Wine by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Nice abs. He gave her a look, wondering what she might say. Maybe “come back later?” or “please don’t go, I need you?” He waited. She said nothing. “Well?” he asked. “You’re still a disgusting slob, but good luck. And don’t ever come here again.” What the h*@%? What was her problem? – God of Wine by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff