Epilogue

TWO YEARS LATER

ROSIE

WHO’D have ever thought i’d be in an upmarket suburb in oxford on the eve of my twenty-first birthday, welcoming in my special day with a fifty-year-old man brandishing a whisk as a sex toy.

“Come on,” Julian said, with a smirk. “Call it a birthday present. An early one.”

The whisk he was holding was new, and bigger. He tapped it against his palm to make it rattle, and my pussy tightened at the thought.

“I’m not using that for the main cake, Julian!” I told him. “No way!”

“You’re not making your own main cake, Rosie. You’re making a little prebirthday dessert for...