Page 64 of Destined To Fall

J: Do you really not kiss on the mouth?

V: Random.

J: It was in your contract.

V: Ah. You really did read the whole thing. No lip-to-lip action. Correct.

J: Why?

I groan, putting the phone down on the counter while I ransack my cupboards, trying not to hum Old Mother Hubbard.

J: Come on, I’m curious. Do you suck at it?

V: No, Jer. The only thing I suck at is dick.

Picturing his face all flustered after that remark has me biting my lip so I don’t burst out laughing.

J: I walked into that one…

V: Yeah, you did. Practically begged for it.

V: But, for your nosy information, I’m an exceptional kisser. It’s rather a waste keeping all that skill to myself.

J: Wait. You don’t kiss at all, even non-clients?

V: What non-clients?

J: Right, no dating.

J: When was the last time you kissed someone?

V: I don’t know. Probably the last time you had sex.

J: Was it Marcus?

V: I don’t know, Jer. Why does it matter?

There’s a pause before the next text follows, and I look up at hearing Laura on the phone ordering food. Awesome. I’m starving, and my cupboards are bare.

J: Why’d you stop?

V: Choice.

J: Whole truth?

V: Because nothing puts you off your game like a terrible kisser.

J: Your game? You mean, you can’t do your job if they suck, or can’t suck. Lol.

V: I had one rule in life—bad kissers were a no go.

J: One rule?

V: Lol. I’m sure I had more than one. I never cheated with or on anyone. Not knowingly.

Does that rule still apply if you’re paid?

J: How moral of you.

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