Page 51 of Accidental Husband
I don't want to be the one satisfying her.
I just want her to have a good time.
With someone who doesn't have a douche face.
I force my gaze to the dance floor. "Uh-huh."
"It's possible."
"So you want to know if these guys are good fucks?"
She nods.
"I can tell."
She shoots me areally?
I nodreally.
"Okay. Find a guy who's a good lay." She motions to the bar.Pick anyone.
Usually, I'm not guessing the sexual ability of dudes. I have nothing against the male body. It's like a water color tattoo. I appreciate a good one, but I don't want anything to do with it.
I don't ask myself if a guy would be a good lay.
It's harder to go by my usual standards.
Not that it's an analytical thing. It's not like I assign three points for hair, two for outfit, ten for smile.
I look at a woman. Talk to her. Watch her move.
I'm not always right, but I always have fun figuring it out.
I knock out all the guys in jeans. They might be laid-back, but Jules deserves someone willing to put in the effort.
"The guy in the corner has potential." Broad shoulders. Slight smile. Expensive suit.
She purses her lips. "Really?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Nothing, he's just…" She takes another sip. Swallows hard. "What are you basing this judgment on?"
"Instinct."
"That's it?" she asks.
"What else is there?" I ask.
"You're not the one who might suffer two minutes of torturous jack hammering."
"Was that Jackson's move?"
"Haha, so original." She rolls her eyes. "He looks like him."
"He does not."
She nodshe does too.
