Page 33 of Flirting Lessons

“Hot, yes,” Avery said, “though not my type. I mostly just want to be friends with her.”

“Hmm, that raises a question that I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Taylor said. “Whatisyour type?”

Avery bit her lip.

“Great question.” She was stalling. But she didn’t know how to answer. Partly because the only thing she was absolutely sure about was that her “type” included Taylor.

“If you don’t really know, that’s all right,” Taylor said. “But, okay, do you like women more femme, like you, or toward the butch end of the spectrum, or—”

“Not like me,” Avery said. “But also, um…”

Taylor lifted a hand to stop her.

“Actually, wait, here’s a better way to do this. Okay, we agreethat Roxy is hot; I think you’ll agree with me that Leather Skirt to your left is hot as hell?”

Avery glanced in that direction and her eyes widened.

“Wow, yes, I do agree with you.”

Taylor smirked and nodded.

“Excellent. Okay, what about Pink Mesh Dress over by the bar?”

Avery looked at the tall, thin, brown-skinned woman with short blond hair and shook her head.

“Very attractive, obviously, but not my type.”

Taylor nodded again.

“These are good data points. How do you feel about Ripped Jeans and Black Muscle Tee by the door?”

Avery turned again, and a slow smile spread over her face. Taylor laughed.

“Well, there’s my answer.”

Oh God, was she that obvious? Avery looked down at her drink. But then she made herself look up at Taylor, whose eyes were fixed on her. She grinned, and Taylor grinned back.

“She’s so hot I can barely look at her,” Avery said, which made Taylor giggle.

“I think I may already know the answer to this question,” she said, “but how about Rainbow Petticoats over there?”

Avery swung her head in that direction.

“Beautiful, but not for me. But wait, why am I the only one answering these questions? What about you? What’s your type?”

Taylor laughed.

“Oh, I have too many types. I think all of these people are hot, that’s the problem.”

Avery opened her mouth to ask another question, when a rumble went through the crowd.

Taylor glanced up at the stage and took another sip of her drink.

“Show’s about to start.” Apprehension must have shown on Avery’s face, because Taylor then gestured to Avery’s drink. “You ready for this? Should I have made that a double?”

Avery laughed and shook her head.

“Absolutely not, to both questions.”

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