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My face lifts that she would even offer herself as a tribute even though she definitely doesn’t know what she’s getting into.
However, she fits the bill to a tee.
I’m not into blondes, for one. Maybe because Olivia is one and the idea of touching one makes me sick. Plus, my dick has gone on strike from ever touching one again, going limp in my boxers when one tries to flirt or weasel their way into my bed.
Molly is the perfect version of what my cock has been in the mood for. And, even though fucking her isn’t in the cards or something that I want to give in to, she’d do just fine at coming off as my so-called girlfriend.
“You don’t even know when it is,” I retort, even though I’m not against this idea.
“I got a lot of time on my hands as of late,” she replies simply. “Besides, if she’s an ex of yours she must’ve fucked up something.”
“How do you know it wasn’t me?”
“Because you don’t want to go.”
Observant.
Smart.
And sexy. This girl doesn’t fuck around when she’s subtly learning and studying me, which makes me feel a bit vulnerable.
“Are you a therapist or something?”
Molly wrinkles her nose at me. “Nah, I’m just a woman that knows things. However, it’s your call. I can move my ass off this stool and you can bring the blind date that you were so graciously offered.” She winks at me with a smile. “But I will say, I am more fun.”
I eye her suspiciously because it’d be too easy for the solution to my problem to literally fall right beside me. “Who do you work for?”
“The government,” she deadpans before polishing off the rest of her whiskey and lightly slamming the glass on the bar. “And this girl has an appointment that she needs to get to.”
“A date?”
“With a pizza and the show I’m binge-watching on Netflix.”
“And you’re picking that over me?” That question actually sounds a little jealous, and I realize how pathetic I just sounded.
Yet, that’s how I’m feeling.
That or the conversation just got a little too real for her and she doesn’t want to deal with my drama.
“You need time to think about it,” she replies, and she appears not to care less whether I decide to take her up on the offer or not. I’m sure Molly has plenty of opportunities on a daily basis to hang out with men who salivate after her.
“I don’t.” And those two words just blurt from my mouth without me thinking too much of it. Like I said, she’s the perfect solution to my problem. “You are my type.”
“Am I?” She doesn’t sound flattered by the fact, which only proves that she’s not someone easily won over by a man’s bullshit.
Though, what I’m saying is true.
“You say that as though everyone says that to you,” I quip as she rises from her stool.
“Men aren’t really on my list of things to do right now.”
“Why’s that?”
“Because my boss is an asshole.” And she leaves it at that.
“Seems to be a trend going on here.”
Molly shrugs her shoulders dismissively, alluding to the fact that she’s not an open book that lays out all her problems. “That’s the brakes. However, a nice guy offered me some entertainment for the night so I can’t complain about that too much.”
