You stay to find out what's going on

That was weird.

One minute she was using you like you were a dildo and the next she's heading for the bathroom with tears running down her face. What the hell?

You know she came so it isn't that. Could she have been expecting more? While you're not the world's most sexually experienced guy, that sex seemed phenomenal to you.

"Uh, Elizabeth." You knock on the bathroom door.

"Go away."

"That's not happening."

"I invite you here supposedly to take care of you and then I attack you. I'm not a good person. Leave me alone for your own safety."

"My own safety is completely shot anyway, Elizabeth. Now come out of there and let's talk."

"Go away."

"Still not happening."

You go back to her bed and hunt for where she flung your boxers... they ended up dangling over a desk lamp, then find the rest of your clothes in her washer. You put them in the dryer then sit on a side chair and wait.

Thirty minutes later, the dryer buzzes and you finish getting dressed.

Twenty minutes later, she finally emerges from the bathroom. She's wiped your cum off her face and reapplied makeup but her eyes are still red from crying.

"Want to tell me what that was about?" you ask.

"No."

"Okay. Want me to tell you what happened?"

"I know what happened. I assaulted--"

"I just had one of the great moments of my life then the beautiful woman I was making love with went screaming away. It was pretty shocking but--"

"I used you like a cheap dildo."

"Crap. Here I thought I was having a wonderful time. I must be delusional."

"Shut up."

"Yeah, no, that's not happening. I like you, Elizabeth. I don't mind you wanting to get your needs met. I'm not a submissive but having a woman want me so bad she can't restrain herself is sexy, not something I'd run from."

"But--"

"There's no but. Next time, if you want, we can try slow and romantic. I'd be good with that. Or, you can throw me down on the bed and have your way with me. Or, if you want to even things out, I'll throw you down on the bed and fuck you silly. As long as I get to be with you, I'm okay with it."

"You're not... disgusted."

"No. You're a beautiful sensual woman, Elizabeth. Why would I be disgusted?"

"My boyfriend--"

"Uh, I didn't know about that."

"Not now. Before. He thought my sexual needs were blasphemous."

"Your old boyfriend is a douche."

She giggles. "Well, I guess you got that right, at least."

You glance at your phone. It's later than you thought and you've got to get to your meeting. But first...

"Uh, Elizabeth, I've got a meeting I can't miss but before I go, I want two things."

"What?"

"First, I want to know if you learned anything else about the MicroStuff conspiracy. And second, I want a date with you."

"You can just come here and fuck me."

"Is that what you want? I'd rather spend some time with you, you know, do things, and then, if the mood is right for both of us, make love or fuck or not. But if you're not ready to go on an actual date with me, be seen in public with a guy like me, then maybe--"