Page 30 of The Boyfriend Experience

“Occasionally.”

“Same.”

“Are you going all mysterious on me, Mr. Ayers?”

“I see where this is headed and I don’t want it to get out of hand.”

“What do you mean?” I chuckle.

“You’re buzzed. You’re angry at that Hanna chick. And I’m your hired stud for two weeks. So you’re thinking… hey, why not fuck him?”

I tsk my tongue. But I don’t deny it. Because I am buzzed, angry, and horny. “So you’re gonna what? Deny me?”

“Are you asking?”

“Would you say no?”

“Probably not. I mean, you’re kinda hot.”

“Just kinda?” I say, winking.

“But I’d hate myself in the morning.”

“Why?” Now I’m scowling.

“Because you’re drunk, Oaklee. And it’s not right.”

“Ohhhh,” I say, getting it. “You’re one of those moral men who has trouble seeing the difference between opportunity and taking advantage.”

“Are you coming on to me?” he asks.

I nod.

“So beer makes you conveniently forget that this game isn’t about sex? That it’s not even about you?”

“Well… you’re touching me in a way that overrides all my sensibilities.”

“Which is the perfect reason why I should get up and go home right now and let you sleep it off.”

“So go,” I say.

He just laughs.

“Or you could be a good boyfriend and put me to bed.”

“Don’t start something you can’t finish. It’s not fair.”

“Fair?” I laugh loudly.

“Yeah. Because I’m a guy and you’re likable. Also crazy. But in a fun way so far. And you’re beautiful. Is that what you’re waiting to hear? That I find you attractive?”

“More or less attractive than Hanna Harlow?”

“Jesus.”

“Seriously.”

“Well, the two of you look a lot alike, actually.”