Page 75 of The Last Good Man

“You’re the uptight type.”

I cross an arm over my chest, hold my drink up, and press my thigh into the window sill.

“I’m not the uptight type,” I argue, although, Mina, my secretary would probably disagree.

He tips his glass against his lips before taking another drink.

It strikes me how beautiful he is in the quiet dimness.

The first time I saw him, he was all debauchery, leather, rain, and tattoos, not to mention that he smelled like a chimney.

Nowhesmells fresh and seems more reserved, and I still don’t know how old he is.

A vein engorges on his neck while he swallows.

“Yes. You are uptight,”hesays, aware of my stare.

He sets his almost empty glass next to him, his eyes tipped down as he speaks again.

“And you’re worse now because you haven’t had sex in a while.”

His voice is dispassionate as if he had no horse in that race.

“I can thank you for that.”

My humor makes him smile.

“You can’t blame me for your sex life, baby,” he says, his eyes diving into mine.

I study them for a moment.

“Why are you here?” I ask. “Truthfully, I can’t imagine you’re expecting me to sleep with you.”

He folds his arms over his chest, his biceps bulging in a tease, and pins his gaze on me.

“I’m not after sex. I can get sex anytime I want,”hesays bluntly.

Ouch.

That hurt.

Short of paying someone to fuck me, I can’t claim the same expediency when it comes to finding a companion for sex activities.

It’s even worse now that I want more from men.

“What are you after then?” I ask, placing my glass downas well, my eyes away from his.

He stays silent.

I move my focus to him, and our eyes connect.

Strangely, he looks for his answer in my gaze.

“I think you’re an interesting woman.Thought–provoking.”

“Though–provoking??” I smile. “I don’t think you need more provocations in your life.”

“It’s not the same thing. And you don’t know my life. There is something about you that I like.”

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