I sit back in my chair, appalled by his assumptions… mainly because they are true.
“This is what you’ve been thinking about all week?” I sip my wine. “And here I was thinking that you were imagining how to pleasure me during those intimate relations you spoke of.” I roll my eyes in disgust. “You’re a disappointment, Spencer Jones.”
He laughs, deep and loud, and I feel it all the way through my bones. “I don’t need to imagine how to please you in bed. I know how to do that, without a doubt.”
Oh, I like this guy, he’s so different than anyone I’ve ever met before.
“Well, you’re wrong about one thing,” I say. “If I ever choose to marry, I’m marrying for love and my family will have nothing to do with it. And what about you, Spencer? Why are you single at the age of thirty-eight?”
He smiles and leans back in his chair. “Now, that is the million-dollar question. I could tell you some random bullshit about not finding the right girl.”
“Bullshit?”
He shrugs. “I have found the right girl. Over and over, I’ve found the right girl.”
“But?” That wasn’t the answer I was expecting at all.
“I haven’t found anyone who is worth fighting myself over.”
“Fighting yourself?” I ask. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s hard to explain.”
I sit forward in my seat, fascinated by the man in front of me. “Try.”
He smiles a slow, sexy smile, and he sips his wine, his dark eyes holding mine. “This is not the conversation I imagined us having tonight.”
“Likewise.” I smile. This conversation is refreshingly honest.
He sighs softly. “I love women, I love sex, and I love my independence.”
I choose not to respond.
“And I am not in the business of hurting people, so I don’t risk it.”
“Risk it?”
“I couldn’t be with someone, be in love, and then be unfaithful. It’s just not who I am. Hence why I’ve chosen not to be with just one woman thus far.”
“But you have friends with benefits?”
“Yes.”
“Is that what you want with me?”
A trace of a frown crosses his face. “Surprisingly… no.”
“What do you want from me then?”
He stares at me. “That’s what I’m here trying to work out.”
Our meal arrives, and we begin to eat in silence. He seems comfortable, but my mind is racing. What the hell is this date about? What does he want from me? For a long time, I eat in silence as I troll through my brain for a logical answer…
And then I get it.
This is how he does it.
This is how he gets women to sleep with him with no strings attached. He’s so honest and heartfelt, you want to slip straight into being one of his friends with benefits… because he assures you that there is no chance of getting hurt.