Page 3 of Five Minute Man
Chapter 3
Adam looked up whenhis nephew came in from work, chuckling. Brandon was a good kid. Not only was he on his way to graduating summa cum laude with a degree in architectural engineering, but he was holding down a steady job, too. Living with Adam saved him the expense of a college dorm room or an overpriced off-campus apartment, and Adam liked having him around.
“Good night, huh?”
“Yeah,” Brandon said, collapsing on the couch. “These two ladies left me a fifty-dollar tip on a thirty-dollar bill. They were something else.”
Adam Grayson sighed inwardly. His young nephew had the same curse his brother had. Namely, he was irresistible to the female sex. No matter where they were, what they were doing, women of all ages were drawn to him. It didn’t help that the kid was naturally charming, either. Adam didn’t mind so much when the girls were around Brandon’s own age, but it annoyed him when older women set their sights on his nephew. He was just a kid, after all, and a good-hearted one at that. The last thing he needed was some cougar getting her claws into him and taking a few bites.
Brandon saw the familiar frown on his uncle’s face and guessed his thoughts. “It wasn’t like that. They didn’t come on to me. They were funny as hell, though.”
Relief washed over Adam’s face. Only a dozen years older than Brandon, he felt the need to look out for him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. It was pretty slow tonight, so I overheard a lot of their conversation.” He grinned. “They were debating on whether or not it was possible for a man to give a woman an orgasm within five minutes.”
Adam choked on his beer. “Say what?”
“You heard me.” His nephew snickered. “One of the women said she’d read a book where this guy took a woman in an elevator and gave her a screaming O in under five minutes. She said it was unbelievable, even for erotic fiction. The other woman disagreed.”
“Jesus.” Was that what women talked about these days? Damn those romance writers. Between them and Disney, they set women’s expectations too high for any regular guy to have a decent shot.
“How old were they?” An image of little, blue-haired old ladies debatingFifty Shadesover Shirley Temples flashed in his mind and gave him a case of the shudders.
“Not very. Thirty, maybe.”
Against his will, Adam’s interest roused. He was thirty-two and single, wondering if he would ever find a woman he actually wanted to spend some quality time with. Most women his age were already married, and if they weren’t ... well, he had found out the hard way on multiple occasions that there was usually a good reason for that. “Thirty?”
“Mmmhmm. Pretty hot, too.”
“How hot?” Adam blurted out before he could stop himself.
Brandon pretended to think about it, but if Adam knew his nephew, he had been working on what he would say since the moment he had served the women. In Brandon’s opinion, Adam spent far too much time working and not enough playing.
“Well, let’s see. One was about five-seven or so, blonde, blue eyes, dressed nice, like she had just come from an office or something. I think her name was Liz.”
An image formed in Adam’s mind, one of a classically pretty, professional woman.
“Was she the believer or the non-believer?”
“The believer.”
Interesting, Adam thought vaguely, but wasn’t surprised. She sounded like many of the women he had wined and dined. Pleasant. Attractive. Predictable.
“What about the other one? She of little faith?”
“Smaller, darker hair with some kind of streaks, I think. I don’t remember quite as much about her appearance, but she was really funny.”
Adam nodded, practically seeing the wheels turning in Brandon’s head. He narrowed his eyes. “Don’t even think about it.”
Brandon grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” With an almost believable yawn and a stretch of his young limbs, he said, “Well, I have an early class tomorrow, so I’m going to crash. I’ll catch you in the morning.”
As Brandon walked off to his room, Adam could have sworn he heard him whistling.
