Page 19 of The Fed Sex Man

“It and my American Express card,” she said in a stolid tone. “I hate to leave home without either of them.”

I rested my chin in my hands. An admiring look followed. “You’re funny.”

“Acting this way masks my true feelings.” She grinned a clever grin. “It’s a front. A façade.”

“What are you truly feeling?”

“Right now?”

“Yes,” I responded. “Right now.”

She removed her glasses. “Tingly. I feel tingly. The all over kind of tingly.”

Once she opened up, she was much different than I expected her to be. I suppose I could have perceived her bold attitude as meaning many things, but I saw it as flirtatious. Pleased beyond words, I studied her as she twisted a loose strand of hair with her index finger.

I pushed my plate to the side. “If they were going to make a book about your love life, would it be contemporary romance, or erotica? And, what would the name of it be?”

“Who are they?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged. “Book people.”

“It’d definitely be erotica,” she replied. “There’s been zero love in my life, so far.”

“What about the name?”

“Give me a minute.” Her eyes shifted to the ceiling. After a moment of aimlessly searching around, she met my gaze. “We’re talking fiction, right?”

“Sure.”

She grinned. “The Cops, the Cock, and the Girl in Gym Socks.”

I laughed so hard I snorted. “Why gym socks?”

“I love gym socks.”

“What’s the plot?”

“I can’t answer that.”

“Why not?”

“Because. Erotic Romance plots are driven by sex. So far, the only meat I’ve had is barbeque. I need fuel for thought.”

My plan to get her undressed was coming along much better than I expected. I raised both brows and tilted my head toward the door. “Are you ready to get out of here?”

“I’m enjoying myself, so I guess that depends. Where are we going?”

“My place.”

“Let me grab my purse.” She grinned and reached for it. “Hopefully without spilling it.”