Page 332 of Rock Me All Night
"I'm not in a position to judge anyone's love life."
"Love doesn't have shit to do with it."
"Or anyone's sex life."
The waitress interrupts to drop off waters and take our order. I stick with the pad thai. It's safe. Tom orders the spicy basil eggplant dish he recommended. The vegetarian version.
"You didn't have to do that," I say.
"I know. I don't do anything unless I want to do it."
His eyes bore into me, but I'm not sure what he's trying to find. Without the menu, there's nowhere to hide. I have to say something.
"Why did you reject that Alice girl?" I ask. "She was hot."
"You like girls?" He perks up. "Can I watch?"
"You want to?"
"Never seen two girls who werereallyinto each other go at it before. Only women putting on some show for my amusement. If I wanted to see fake orgasms, I'd watch shitty porn."
"As opposed to?"
"Amateur stuff."
I clear my throat. Not going there. "I like guys."
"You embarrassed about that?"
"No. But... I can tell when a woman is attractive."
"Yeah. Alice is cute. We hooked up a long time ago. Supposed to be a one-time thing, but she knew I'd be in Reno and she called. Thought she wanted tickets or wanted to fuck me again."
"What about the piercing?"
"I don't mind giving without receiving." He laughs. "But the way she was talking... she was getting feelings. Expectations. Maybe they were real. Maybe she's full of shit and wants to nab a rock star boyfriend." Sadness flares in his eyes. "Doesn't matter. I don't do relationships."
"Why not?"
"Never felt that way." He studies my expression. "Come on. Lay the judgment on me. I know you're not screwing a different guy every night."
A chuckle escapes my lips.
He raises a brow. "Only once a week?"
I laugh harder. A big belly laugh.
"Okay, okay," he says. "I don't want to insult your game. Twice a week?"
My whole body goes light. All the tension of the day melts as I burst into giggles. No one teases me like this. I shake my head. "I don't have any game."
"Guys don't go crazy for that sweet and innocent thing?"
"I don't really date."
"Just pickup guys in bars and fuck them without learning their names." He shakes his head with mock outrage. "Willow, Willow, Willow. I expected better from you. They at least deserve breakfast in the morning."
"I'm not a monster. I make them coffee."
