The Charmer (Harbor City 2)

Felicia: ?

Hudson: It’s the thing humans do so they don’t babble about ant sex on dates.

Felicia: You’re an ass.

She wasn’t wrong; it was just most people didn’t see it.

Hudson: That’s interesting fact number one about me. Your turn.

Felicia: I graduated top of my class in high school and college.

And water was wet.

Hudson: I never doubted it. Next?

Felicia: Nope. You’re up.

His brain went blank, and he scanned the cabin looking for something—anything—to tell her about himself. The temptation to share his secret was there, chomping away on the back of his brain like a dog with a bone, but he shook off the urge. Only one person knew about his double life—and Everly Ribinski, gallery owner and professional badass Harbor Cityite, wasn’t about to tell anyone. So neither was he.

Hudson: My dick is pierced.

Felicia: Liar. You forget, I’ve seen your dick.

Seen it? His cock thickened against his thigh at the memory of how she’d more than just seen it.

Hudson: And sucked it.

Felicia: Stop trying to fluster me. I know your tricks. You’re up.

Hudson: As is the case whenever I talk to you.

Felicia: Waiting…

She was just stubborn enough to stay silent. It was a challenge he couldn’t back away from, not that he was going quietly.

Hudson: Fine. I did not graduate at the top of my class in either prep school or college.

Felicia: Lame factoid. I want something good.

Hudson: Then you have to give it.

Felicia: Lesson number four-hundred-eighty-two?

He was really starting to hate these stupid “lesson” conversations. They were fun until she’d mentioned fucking Tyler last time. That comment still had screwed with him hardcore.

Hudson: Yep. Another lesson.

Sure it was. Just another day in his double life as The Dude Whisperer. God. He shouldn’t even think that. His balls actually shriveled a little bit. Not that modern-day Henry Higgins sounded any better. Focus, Carlyle. Felicia thought she was his protégé and he was just texting her so she’d learn the art of flirty conversation and land Tyler. Not for any other reason.

Felicia: Fine. I can double knot a cherry stem.

Hudson: I’m assuming there’s more.

Felicia: With my tongue.

Hudson: Impressive.

And his prick—the one that she’d used her talented tongue on the other night—nudged the back of his zipper.