Just One Thing (The Alexanders 6)

“Um, actually … I must confess to an ulterior motive.” His eyes wouldn’t meet hers all of a sudden and then he turned bright red.

Oh boy. Katie was starting to have an idea where this was going. This whole deal had been too good to be true from the start. Bennett had told her himself that he wasn’t socially adept so he probably couldn’t see just how screwed up approaching a woman like this was. Not to mention that if he was blushing like that, he probably had some weird fetish that he was going to spring on her. He was a good-looking guy even if he was a little odd so the only way he'd need to pay for sex was if he wanted her to do something pretty strange.

"You look like you're about to be sick," Bennett observed after almost a full minute of awkward silence.

Katie struggled to get her facial expression under control. Even if she was completely offended that he’d thought to hire her as a way to hit on her, this was still Jackson’s brother. The Alexanders had always been amazing to her and she didn’t want things to be weird when they saw each other in the future.

Or weirder, anyway.

There was no way things wouldn’t be awkward when she saw him and she wasn’t sure how she’d explain things to Ridley who adored her brother-in-law.

“I think maybe you've got the wrong idea about me. I'm desperate for money but not that desperate that I'm up for anything weird. I'm not some prostitute.”

Bennett’s eyes rounded. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he finally managed to speak.

"Wait, you think I brought you here as a sexual overture? I have no idea what in my statements or behavior could have indicated that."

Bennett looked truly perplexed. His confusion made it obvious that he hadn't been thinking anything of the sort which made Katie feel pretty stupid.

“Sorry. It’s just when you said you had an ulterior motive, I assumed—”

“Actually this brings up a good point.” Bennett interrupted. “I have no idea how the things I do or say are perceived by others. I make social missteps and cause offense quite regularly due to this. That's why I need you. To teach me.”

"You want me to teach you how to be … non-offensive?"

"Normal. I want you to teach me how to be normal."

"Um, okay." Katie sat on the stool at the counter. Her eyes landed on the small plants growing under the clear domes. She looked around the room, taking in the string of chemical equations on the chalkboard across from them and the jars of strangely colored liquids in beakers on the next table. Suddenly she laughed.

"Actually that makes way more sense than, you know, the other thing."

Bennett smiled a little at that. “I saw you when you were disciplining your son that day. After dinner.”

Katie nodded that she remembered. He’d asked her a lot of questions that evening, about whether she got frustrated correcting her children. It had definitely been a strange conversation.

“Well, it occurred to me then that mothers correct their children a little at a time. They’re able to train them effectively because they’re usually present to intervene when they behave inappropriately. That’s exactly what I need.”

“You need a mother? You already have a mother and she’s amazing.” Katie wasn’t sure where he was going with this because Julia was practically the blueprint for the perfect mother.

“She is amazing. That’s not what I mean. I need someone to watch my behavior and correct me in the moment when I misstep.”

“Sorry but I have to wonder, wouldn’t this have worked the first time when Julia was raising you?”

Katie crossed her fingers that he wouldn’t take offense at the question. When he didn’t say anything, she could have kicked herself. “Stupid question? Never mind.”

“Don't ever be afraid to question things. That’s the mark of a scientific mind,” Bennett mumbled, sounding like he was only half-paying attention to the conversation. He stroked his chin a few times and then his lips moved silently.

Katie realized that he was talking to himself.

“Bennett, are you listening?”

“Hmm? Oh yes, I was just thinking about the fact that my mother’s birthday is coming up.”

When he noticed the look on her face, he shook his head hard. “See, this is what I mean! I drift off in conversation, go off on tangents and I need someone to bring me back to things. Anyway, where were we?”

“Wondering why you think this would work if it didn’t stick the first go around when Julia was raising you?”

“My mother loves me too much to give me the harsh truth. She loves me as I am, even as strange as I am. She would never tell me something that she thought might hurt my feelings. But I need someone who can tell me the harsh truth.”