Page 11 of My Rules

“Yes.” He continues to butter his toast.

“So ... how did you know he was a douchebag?”

He takes a bite of his toast and smirks. “Don’t tell me the idiot fucked up already?”

I let out a deflated breath. “He asked me for nudes and then sent me a recycled cock shot.”

He smirks.

“This is not the least bit funny, Blake.”

“Little bit.” He leans his behind on the kitchen counter and crosses his legs at the ankle. It’s only then that I notice he’s in boxer shorts, and his broad, tanned chest is on display. Damn it, even Blake is looking good lately. I snap my eyes away.

I really need to get laid. Maybe I should have sent the nudes.

“So?” I ask hopefully.

“So what?” He keeps casually chewing his toast.

“Can you explain the whole douche-radar thing. Like ... how did you know? What were the signs?”

“Bec ...” He stares at me for a bit, as if thinking. “I just don’t think you’re ready yet.”

“I am. I know I am.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because I get turned on by the wind changing.”

“Really?” He smirks as his eyes hold mine.

“Yes, really.”

“I know someone who could help you out with that.”

“Will you be serious for just one minute?”

“Only too happy to donate my penis for your wind changes.” He gives me a playful wink.

“Blake.” I widen my eyes. “Are you listening to me at all?”

“Not if I can help it.” He grabs my hand and pulls me off the stool. “We’ll talk about it through the week.”

“I want to talk about it now.”

“Not a good time, Bec.”

“Why not?”

“Blake,” a female voice calls from upstairs. “Are you coming back up?”

Oh my god.

“Who’s that?” I mouth, horrified.

He holds his two hands up, as if he’s just as surprised as I am. “I have no idea,” he mouths back. “Maybe the tooth fairy.”

I roll my eyes. “Can you ever be serious for one minute?”

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