Page 24 of My Silver Lining

“It does.”

“So, tell me what you do. I know you work with numbers. What does that mean?”

His lips turned up in the corners, and I’d never noticed how plump his lips were before now. This man definitely had no problem getting women to fall at his feet. A great reminder that he was the type of man I made a point to avoid.

Even if I was horny as hell lately, this was not the avenue we’d be taking to pleasure town.

Hell, I’d become a pro at pleasuring myself. I did not need to depend on any man for that.

“I’m a financial advisor. So, I assess the financial needs of my clients, provide recommendations like investments and life insurance, and help them build financial wealth.”

“Ahhh… you help the client so the math is mathing.”

He barked out a laugh. “I’ve never said that before, but sure, I guess I do that in a way.”

“When was your last relationship?” I asked, wanting to finish the last question on the list.

“Would you ask someone that on a first date?”

“We aren’t on a first date. They think we’ve been dating for a few months. We’d definitely know this.” I reminded him.

“College was my last serious relationship,” he said, wiping his mouth with his napkin. “But I date often. I enjoy women.”

I rolled my eyes. “You just don’t enjoy them for long periods of time.”

“I’m not opposed to a serious relationship. I’m not a guy determined to be single.” He shrugged. “I haven’t been knockedon my ass by anyone, I guess. I watched it happen to Easton, and I think it’s fucking amazing what he and Henley have. If I find that, great. If I don’t, I’m pretty content doing what I’m doing for now.”

He was a straight shooter, that much was clear.

But most playboys liked to say that they’d straighten their act for the right woman. The problem was, it was usually about the challenge, and then they’d lose interest.

I’d learned to think like a man… and I had my own big dick energy.

“Good answer. So, you’ll make sure my family thinks I’ve knocked you on your ass.”

“I can do that.” He winked. “I’m guessing your last relationship was the rock star douchebag?”

“Correct. But I’ve gone on a few dates since, even if Beckett likes to come to town and act like we’re still together. We haven’t been together in over a year, and we never will be.”

“How can you be so sure?” He leaned forward, invading my space.

“Because the night that I broke up with him—” I let out a breath because I didn’t even like talking about Beckett anymore. “Let’s just say, he made it so I’d never look at him the same. That ship has sailed. And I’m not looking to reboard any ships, so to speak. I like being single.”

“Really. You’re not looking for the fairy tale?” he chuckled.

“Hells to the no. I know how to ride my own white horse. I don’t need a man to rescue me. I like my life. I love my company, and at the moment, that’s the only relationship I want to be in.”

“Well, you kind of need me to rescue you, now, don’t you?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t call it rescuing. I would have been fine going by myself and just saying you were sick. You’re the one who got yourself invited.”

“Last question, Wildcat.”

“I thought we were finished, but go ahead.”

“When was the last time you had sex? Really good sex,” he smirked, his dark eyes locked with mine.

He was good. But I was well trained at not being affected.

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