Page 85 of Duty and Desire
He might actually be flirting with me.
Damn.
“When do you have time to ask around about me?” I asked.
“When you shower. You take really long showers.”
Ah.
Why are you asking around about me?
That question was not audible.
I couldn’t go there yet.
Perhaps Mo wanted a détente, but still, he’d said some rough things and that conversation was not for King Soopers.
However, now that we were speaking again there was one thing I wanted to know.
No.
Two.
“I’m assuming that you all aren’t close to finding that guy.”
Any remaining amusement went out of his face.
“No.”
Great.
“Right then, before we carry on, why did that woman cheat on you when she practically begged you with her eyes to do her against the udon noodles?”
Mo commandeered the cart and set us in motion, doing this by bending way over, crossing his forearms on the handle and moving forward.
I quickly grabbed some buckwheat udon and followed him.
I suspected his movements meant he wasn’t going to answer and I didn’t blame him. It wasn’t my business.
“She likes dick.”
After I tossed the noodles in the cart, I walked beside him and had the unusual sensation of looking down on him.
He kept his eyes aimed forward.
“And I work a lot,” he finished.
“Ah,” I murmured.
I murmured that like I got it, but I didn’t get it.
Then again, I wasn’t a cheater.
My man wasn’t taking care of business, there’d be a chat, never a cheat.
But that was just me.
“And she’s the kind of woman who’s always on the lookout for the next best thing.”
