Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
“Just one?”
“Just one.” A muscle in his jaw flexed. Clearly this conversation made him uncomfortable. But I wanted to know more about him.
“What happened?”
“It ended.”
“I gathered that much, considering we’re sitting here, and you’ve been trying to get me to sleep with you for weeks.”
Brody’s eyebrows shot up. “Why does it always feel like I’m being interviewed when we’re together?”
“Probably because you don’t volunteer much information.”
The waitress stopped by our table. “Can I take these plates for you?”
Brody nodded. “That would be great.”
When she disappeared, he tried to change the subject. “So, journalism?”
I wasn’t letting him off the hook so easily. I sipped my wine and ignored his blatant attempt. “So you have had a relationship before?”
“Yes.”
“How long ago did it end?”
“I don’t know, Delilah. I haven’t kept a calendar. Four years ago, maybe.”
“So only casual dating since then?”
“Yes.”
“Interesting.”
“Not really. Is it my turn to ask the questions yet?”
“By all means.” I waved my hand as if I were giving him the floor.
He scratched his chin for a moment. “If you knew you were going to be stranded on an island for a month and could only bring three things, what would you bring with you?”
I laughed. “You could have just brought up football or politics to change the subject.”
“I could have, but I really want to know if you’d pick a vibrator as one of your three items.”
“You think if I was going to be stranded on an island and I could only bring three things, I’d bring a vibrator?”
“Guess I’m kind of hoping you would.”
“Don’t think that would be on my short list.”
“What would be?”
“I don’t know. Off the top of my head? Matches, water and a fishing net.”
“Smart choices. I’m disappointed. But at least you won’t starve.”
“Your questions are bizarre, you know that, right?”
“Maybe. But your answer just told me a lot about you. Like I just learned you’re practical. You know you can get yourself off with your hand, so you won’t waste one of your three things on an unnecessary toy.” He tapped his finger to his temple and grinned. “Good thinking.”
“Let me ask you something. If we eventually have sex—”
Brody interrupted. “If?”
“When. When, you know…”
“I fuck you…”
“Yes, that. Will you stop talking about sex so much afterward?”
He leaned forward. “Not a fucking chance. I’m gonna bet that once I’m inside of you, it’s only going to get worse.”
“Okay then.” God, it’s warm in here. I needed to change the subject, or this date was going to end very soon. Taking a cue from Brody, I asked, “If you could have your pick of any Disney princess, which one would it be?”
Brody smiled. “Nice. Let me think about that one.”
He was quiet for a moment, then surprised me. He was taking my question seriously. “Definitely not Sleeping Beauty. She lies around sleeping all day, waiting for some shmuck wearing tights to come kiss her.”
“That’s not exactly how I would have summed her up. But, okay . . . continue.”
He rubbed his chin. “Snow White’s voice would annoy the shit out of me. Plus, I’m six-two, and she’s into short guys.” He paused. “I’m not sure I know any other princesses. Wait. No. That chick from Aladdin is hot. Or the Little Mermaid. But can a mermaid spread her legs? And is she even a princess?”
The rest of the evening continued the same way. We asked each other ridiculous questions, and the answers actually revealed a lot about each other. I started to think maybe I should throw one oddball question into my interviews from now on. After Brody had paid the bill, we waited outside for the valet to bring his car around. There was a crowd of people talking, and I noticed he steered us away from them and turned his back so as not to call attention to himself.
“Favorite position?” he asked.
Easy. “Quarterback, of course. I’m a daddy’s girl.”
He leaned in, whispering in my ear. “I meant favorite position naked.”
“Oh.” Oh!
He was actually waiting for a response. “I’m not sure. Never really gave it any thought.” I swallowed. “What about you?”
He took my hands in his and brought them together behind my back. Capturing both my wrists in one of his large hands, his other lifted to my face and brushed a lock of hair from my cheek. “On top. Doesn’t even matter how. I’ve just had an ache to be on top of you since the day we met. As much as I’d love to watch you ride me, I think on top is what I’ll like best with you. And probably missionary. Because for some reason, there’s nothing more I want to do than watch your face as I sink deep inside of you.”
It wasn’t the most romantic thing anyone had ever said to me, yet I felt it everywhere, even in my chest. “Jesus, Brody.”