About Last Night
“Are you married?” she asked, thinking maybe she’d missed the obvious. He didn’t wear a ring, but that was no guarantee.
He smiled and started spreading the Parmesan butter on the bread. “Does it look like I’m married?”
He had a point. The flat was small, neat, and utterly devoid of any sign of female presence. “No, but it occurred to me this could be your secondary residence. You know, like you could stash your mistress here and keep a wife somewhere swankier.”
“Sorry, this is it. I don’t have a wife. Or a mistress, for that matter.”
“What about a girlfriend?”
He raised an eyebrow at her.
“I’m not your girlfriend.”
“You don’t think very highly of me, do you?”
“I do, that’s the whole problem. I keep trying to figure out what your horrible flaw is, and I’m not having any luck. By all appearances, you’re perfect.”
“Why must I have a horrible flaw?”
“All the guys I sleep with have horrible flaws.”
“Perhaps I’m the exception to the rule.”
“Nah. I’m not that lucky.”
He took the vegetables off the heat and started cracking eggs into a bowl.
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?Maybe you have a drug habit?” she proposed.
“Does whiskey count?”
“Depends how much you drink.”
“A few glasses a week.”
“Nope, that’s not enough. Do you suck your thumb?”
He gave her a bemused glance. “No.”
“How do you feel about men?”
“If I haven’t yet managed to convince you I’m straight, love, I’d be happy to give it another go.”
She waved a hand at him dismissively. “Don’t distract me. I’m on a roll here.”
He mixed the vegetables and eggs together and tilted them into the skillet with more olive oil. She grabbed another cookie. When she looked up at him again, he was leaning against the counter and watching her, his arms crossed over his bare chest. She wondered if he had any idea how much she wanted to lick him right now.
“What?” she asked, never much good at waiting.
“Have you ever had better sex with someone else?”
Taken by surprise, she blurted out the obvious answer. “Not even close.”
“Nor have I. Not even close, Cath.” He turned back to the pan, lifting the edges to let the uncooked eggs flow underneath.
What, he was just going to ask her that and let it hang?