Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 185(@200wpm)___ 148(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
If I leave for a refill, my chance will be gone faster than a stripper collecting twenties. “I think I’m done for right now.”
“Already?”
“Well, I’m hoping to hook up later”—I let my gaze run over him—“and I like to keep a clear head when I do.”
The small smile slips from Rossi’s face, and I swear his cheeks darken a shade or two. Interesting.
“Good point.” He finishes his drink and sets it aside before stepping closer to the balcony railing. “Anyone caught your eye?”
“There’s this one guy …” I let the sentence hang in the air between us as I join him, stepping closer than I need to. The warmth from his bare arm seeps through my shirtsleeves. “But I don’t know if he’s interested.”
“Why don’t you ask?”
“Some men don’t like to be hit on.”
He turns a little to look at me, and this time when he smiles, it makes a dimple pop in one cheek. There’s something so adorable and wholesome about this guy.
It makes me want to ruin him.
“Wouldn’t most guys be flattered?” he asks.
I angle my body so I’m fully facing him now. “Well, are you?”
Rossi quickly looks away as he clears his throat. “Of course. It’s always nice when people find you attractive.”
I’m not sure if his words are meant as a brush-off, but there’s no conviction behind them. He’s got his arms crossed over the railing, holding his elbows, as his foot taps out an impatient rhythm. All that height and muscle reduced to this uncertain ball of nerves.
My dick is begging for his interest.
“I’m not going to play games. I think you’re hot as hell, and I have no idea if you even swing my way, but I’m seriously hoping you do. Like, really, really hoping.”
He ducks his head and laughs quietly. “Wow. I don’t think I’ve ever been hit on so blatantly.”
“There’s only so much time in one night.”
“Yeah, I’ve, uh, never been with a guy. Sorry.”
Sorry? Okay, that was definitely meant as a blowoff, but I can’t help noticing the way he worded it. Not that he doesn’t want to be with a guy, only that he never has been before.
“Interesting …”
“What is?” Rossi asks.
“You can’t tell me no guy has ever hit on you before.”
“Never.”
“What?” Pretending to be shocked, I grab his shoulder playfully. Mm, muscle. “I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true.” Rossi turns so he’s mirroring me. “Never.”
“You mean I was your first?”
He snickers. “Not very subtle, are you?”
“Like I said, I’m not interested in games.”
Rossi drags his fat bottom lip between his teeth as he looks me over. And for someone accusing me of not being subtle, he could use some pointers. The nonstop smiling, the body language, the way his face seems to give away literally every thought he’s having.
He sucks in a sharp breath and steps back. “Sorry, I’m not …”
I want to insert the word straight but hold off. “Curious?”
“Yeah, that.”
“Pity. I’m an easy lay, and after tonight, you won’t have to see me again. It’s the perfect recipe for a bicurious hookup.”
“Bi … curious?”
“Mhmm. Loads of straight guys try it at least once. Especially in college. I’ve sucked enough previously straight dick that I should have a loyalty card.”
“A loyalty card?”
“Sure. Blow five, get one free.”
Rossi chokes back a laugh and shakes his head. “You’re … an odd kind of grown-up.”
“I’ve been called worse.”
His expressive face falls, and I find him even hotter that he doesn’t like that. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. Shit, that was rude, wasn’t it?”
“You apologize a lot.”
“Sor—uh, I mean …”
“Relax, cutie. It’s sweet. But if you want me to be offended so you can make it up to me, I’m totally into that kind of game.”
The dimple, the eyes. This guy is killing me. And yet I read his answer on his face before he gives voice to the rejection. “I just … I don’t think—”
I force a smile and hold up my hand, even as all my hopes for his man candy plummet. “It’s okay, I get it. Like I said, a lot of guys get curious, but not all. Some straight guys are just … straight.”
The tight smile he gives me feels as fake as mine. It doesn’t suit his face. “Yeah, okay.”
And as disappointing as it is to back away from him, I know I need to do it. The night is still young, and I’m determined to hook up, though I’m beginning to suspect even if I do finally find a guy to put his D in my A, it’ll hold that tinge of regret that he isn’t Rossi.
I’m not into forcing people though, so this is where I take my leave.
But even as I walk away, I can’t stop my mouth from saying, “If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”