“Romance, no. Orgasm? I'll give you all of them.”
“But no one can find out,” I found myself saying.
“This is why you’re perfect.”
He grinned at me, and I felt all warm inside. He then sat me back down on top of my desk.
“All the best parts of a girl and the mentality of a dude.”
Ouch.
That hurt.
I blinked furiously because I wanted to cry, and that was stupid because I could count on one hand the number of times I had actually done it.
Before he could notice, the door opened. I turned around, mortified that someone had walked in, which was not the position I wanted to be in.
It was just my kids.
Shit. That might have been even worse. Everyone knew kids were way too honest. They all walked inside, and I jumped off of my desk and pushed Quincy aside.
“Time for you to go,” I hushed, trying to push him far away.
All the little humans stared at the giant man in the room because, to them, Quincy was ginourmous.
“Is that your boyfriend, Miss Jess?”
I turned to glare at the kid who dared to say that.
It was Charlie. I should have known.
“Nooo,” I whooshed out.
I could feel Quincy staring at me.
“Then why is he with you?”
Oh, you know, he wanted to keep bumping uglies.
“Because….” I could feel everyone's attention on me, including the six-foot pro football player. “He’s here to talk to you guys!”
“Are you a teacher too, Mr. Giant?” Charlie asked Quincy.
All the kids looked at Quincy expectantly, and his brows raised as he noticed all the tiny humans waiting for his reply.
“No, I’m a football player.”
I rolled my eyes at his answer, as if he expected them to know this.
“For the Mustangs?” another kid asked.
At this point, I couldn’t help but smile. The Mustangs were the high school team. I’d bet this was humbling for Quincy.
“What are your parents teaching you kids?” he deadpanned.
“He plays football on television,” I said, stepping in because it was clear Quincy didn’t know how to speak to a herd of tiny humans.
“Ooooh, for the Packers?” someone else asked, and this time they were all getting excited.