Page 81 of His Hungry Wolf

“Where’d you meet?”

“It was at a fraternity party. You took off with some girl, and I went home with Jodi.”

“What?” I asked, stunned and amused.

“Yeah.”

“And you hooked up more than just then?”

“She was trying to get into medical school and would text me whenever she needed to blow off steam. There was a lot of steam.”

“But you two never dated?”

“No.”

“Why not? She was cute.” I paused. “Actually, she looked a lot like me.”

“I have a type.”

“Wait, I’m your type. What’s your type?”

“Pushy. Annoying. Asks too many questions.”

I laughed.

“Okay, I know that isn’t true. Jodi was the most serious person I’ve ever met. I remember when you introduced us. She was basically a blonde version of you. Having sex with her had to be as fun as doing taxes.”

“She was actually pretty wild. Sometimes I could barely keep up.”

“Huh! I would never have guessed. It’s always the quiet ones. So, about me being your type,” I asked playfully.

Claude laughed.

“What about it?”

“Say more.”

He chuckled.

“Like what?”

“Anything,” I told him.

Claude relaxed, took my hands in his, and looked up in thought.

“Well, I like delicate hands.”

“I don’t have delicate hands,” I said self-consciously.

“And I like your petite frame,” he said, smiling at me.

“I’m not ‘petite’,” I objected.

“And I like how even when I try to give you a compliment, you reject it, making me feel like I haven’t.”

I caught myself.

“I guess I’m as good at receiving them as you are at giving them. But couldn’t you like my manly demeanor?”

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