Page 57 of Cocky Nerd
“Last thing I need is another annoying ballerina in mylife.”
She wrinkles her brow and leans in a little closer. “Do you need a Pepper Potts,though?”
“A what?...Oh. Did you talk toMontana?”
“In the ladies. She’s a wee bit nuts, would yousay?”
“A wee bit. She wasn’t when I mether.”
“I believe that. I am curious, though, why she thinks of you as Tony Stark? Is it because you both went toMIT?”
“I don’t think she thought of me as Tony Stark so much as IronMan.”
“And why would she think of you as IronMan?”
Our eyes flick down towards my cock, simultaneously and ever so quickly. “I have no idea why she would think such a thing.” I make my voice deep and gruff. “Because I’mBatman.”
She laughs and rests her chin on my chest, her arm under the pillows that are under my head, hand resting on my abs. She’s still wearing the diamond bracelet I gave her, and it’s cold against my skin but I would buy her enough to cover her entire arm if she asked meto.
“Batman was an orphan,” she sayscarefully.
“No. Bruce Wayne wasorphaned.”
She sighs. Superhero movies were a source of conflict growing up because they were often the ones her brother and I would watch when she wanted to watch dance competition shows. She always got out-voted when I was there, even though she didn’t think I deserved avote.
“You want to know more about myMom?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because after all that time you spent at our house, I never met her. I waved to her once or twice when she picked you up. Same with your Dad. I’m not saying you should resent them, but it seems like you don’t, and I’m just curious aboutthem.”
I never say much when asked about my parents. There’s not that much to say. They didn’t abuse me, they did neglect me to a degree, but it was never all that bad. “They were married to their work, and they were married to each other, and they had me even though they weren’t excited about being parents. They owe so much to your parents, your family, and they know it. They saved a ton of money on nannies and babysitters because I got to stay at your place when they weren’taround.”
“Do you get along withthem?”
“Yes. We aren’t close, but I respect them. To answer your question from a few days ago, I wouldn’t say that I formed my foundation for or because of my mother, but I did put her on the board because she’s a very bright woman with great investor instincts, a solid basic understanding of high tech, but despite how hard she works, she’s on fewer boards than my Dad, she doesn’t get as muchpublicity.
She’s a very honest, straightforward person, and a couple of years ago I offered to buy them a new house. She said they’re hardly ever home so what’s the point. I asked her if there was anything I could give her that would make her happy. Most mothers would say grandchildren. She said she just wanted me to remember her, if any business opportunities come up.So…”
“And you’ve really never been mad atthem?”
“I don’t understand the point of being mad at someone for being who they are. People change when they want to. My parents never wanted to be better parents. But they were never terrible parents. They provided for me. That was their definition of goodenough.”
And now I’m ready to ask Olivia the thing that I’m dying to know. “Do you ever wantkids?”
“Yes.”
I’m surprised by her quickresponse.
“Eventually. Obviously, I can’t do it while I’m working my way up the ranks. I’ve always used two forms of birth control because ofthis.”
I nod. “So your goal is to become a principal dancerfirst?”
“My goal is to dance the lead inGiselle. It usually goes to principal dancers, yes. Once I’ve nailedGiselle, I think I’ll be ready to retire. I’m not the most ambitious dancer in the world, believe it or not. I just want to be the best that I can be, and I think that will be expressed in that particularrole.”
“That’s very interesting. What is it about thatrole?”
