Page 34 of Love Me Like It's Real
“Oh. And what do you do? Do you get together in a circle jerk and hate on love every week?”
“Pretty much.” He winks at me and shoots at me with his finger gun and I can’t help but laugh.
Even if I want to take the guy seriously, he doesn’t let me. But then again, I’ve had enough serious shit in my life. Someone making me laugh isn’t the worst thing that could happen to me.
“I hope you use protection,” I say.
“Oh we do. It’s part of your subscription. Branded T-shirt, matches and condoms.”
“Matches?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Yeah. For when I light Valentine shit on fire.”
“So youarea bad boy.”
“I do my best.”
The bartender returns with our cocktails and the food menu. I take a moment to pick my meal before I turn my attention back to Hayworth.
“So what are you burning this week?” I ask.
“Why? Are you interested in joining my club?”
I shrug.
“That depends.”
“On what?”
“Do I have to take an oath?”
He slaps his hand on the table and with a chuckle says: “You do and it’s to hate love forever after.”
“Easy,” I reply and take a sip of my old-fashioned served in a teacup. It’s smoky and strong and sweet enough to appease my raging insides but it’s the company that hits the spot and puts me at ease.
I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t even be entertaining his bullshit, and yet, I can’t help but laugh and go along with everything.
“So youdohate love!” he says.
“Were you doubting me?”
He nods. “Of course. I mean, you did go to a speed-dating event.”
“Oh my God. Are you going to hold that against me forever?”
“Maybe. But I might need you to do things for me in order to forget it.”
His lips are concealed behind his glass but I can detect the smirk and the cheek behind it.
“What kinds of things?” I ask and can’t help but think of naughty, sexy things I could do to him or for him.
I bet he’d look good naked. I bet he’d look even better coming in my mouth.
Fuck!
Where did that come from?
I pull the elastic band around my wrist to return me to my senses but the sting only makes my cock harden in my pants and I have to swallow a groan in my teacup.
