Page 66 of His Turn

“Well, I do,” he says, redirecting his attention to his food. “And since the date is not over yet, we’ve got more fun coming.”

“Do we?” I ask.

He nods knowingly. “Of course, you can say no if you’re not into fun.”

“What are you into?” I ask. “Besides fun?”

“Oh, is this getting-to-know-me time? What does Bric like? What makes Bric tick?”

I pick up a piece of bacon and take a bite. “You’re a good cook,” I say. “I know that much.”

“I’m an excellent cook. Did you know,” he asks, “that I own a tea room with Chella Walcott? And I actually helped create one of the scone recipes.”

I smile and shake my head. “I did not. But very interesting.”

“It’s called Bric’s Strawberry Tart.”

“Does it taste like pussy and come dressed in red leather thigh-highs?” I ask, shoving some toast into my mouth before I laugh.

“Strawberries,” he says. “Hence the name.”

“Why are you telling me this? So I can gush over the fact that you bake?”

“I thought you wanted inside my head? I’m just trying to give you a well-rounded example of who I am.”

“Playboy,” I say. “Check. Deviant. Check. Bisexual.” I smirk now. “Check.”

“So you liked it, huh?”

“You sure seemed to. Especially the parts that involved Jordan. Kissing him. Touching him.”

“If you think that’s gonna set me back, embarrass me, well”—he laughs—“you’re gonna have to try a little harder. I’ve been doing this a long time, Nadia. I’ve had plenty of guys in my game.”

“But you won’t fuck them?” I ask.

“Why would I? I’m not gay.”

“I’m pretty sure bi men also like to fuck each other.”

“I like to fuck women,” he says. “But if it turns you on I’ll play a little harder next time.”

I take whole moments to picture what that might mean.

“Does it turn you on, Nadia?”

I nod. “Mmm-hmmm.”

“You’d like to see a little more of that?” he asks.

“Yes,” I say.

“And let me guess, you’d like to be in control too?”

I get wet from that offer.

“For sure,” I say, scissoring my legs together. Enjoying the stimulation.

He nods, smiling as he looks down at his food, then looks back up at me, smile gone. “You’re not in control here, bitch. So make sure you remember that.”