She can’t come up with a third thing. That’s somethin’, I suppose.
“Look.” I sigh, standing so I can move a little closer to her enabling me to get a whiff of her again. Plus, I enjoy seeing her flush and fidget the closer I get. It tells me she feels something. Sure, it could just be anger, but I’m hopin’ it’s nervous energy. “I’m sorry, okay?” I mean that, pretty much. “I say shit in the heat of the moment, and I shouldnothave told you’d make a shitty parent.”
She frowns. “And my music?”
Laura’s got my back on this one. “You can’t expect him to apologize for that, Pru. Your music sucks. Everybody says so.”
Prudence gives Laura her glare. I’m relieved it’s not directed at me this time. “They do not.”
“Yes. They do.”
I decide to interrupt before it gets out of hand. “I agree. Your tunes still suck. I ain’t gonna apologize for those feelings.”
“Now you listen here….” She’s got that first finger up again. She’s about to jab me in the chest like before, except I reach out and take her hand in mine.
Wanting to move on from the music argument, I place my hand over my heart, you know, for emphasis. “Give me a chance, sweetheart.”
Rolling her eyes, she hasn’t tried to pull her hand away. That’s a good sign, right?
“Now I’m sweetheart?”
“Well, yeah. Honey’s out,obviously. I had to think of something else.”
“Why not just call me Prudence?”
“Prudence. Let me grill you a steak. That’ll be payment enough for fixing your rim.”
“But we don’t care for each other.”
I guess we don’t. But, ooh, a hate fuck would be a goddamn blast. I haven’t had one of those in a long-ass time.
I’m lookin’ at you, Connie Fink.
“I like you just fine, Prudence.” I attempt a smile, but I’m not sure it’s working because she’s not softening up to me in the least.
“I guess it’s just me then.”
“You don’t like me?” Why does that hurt a little?
“So far, you haven’t done one thing to endear you to me.”
Oh, now she’s talkin’. “Maybe we need to start over. With steaks. At my place.” I’m still holding her hand, except now I’m running my thumb over the pulse point on her wrist. I can almost feel her relaxing, and that’s a good sign. “Please, Prudence?”
Jesus. When did I turn into a pussy?
Oh, shit. Maybe being a pussy is exactly what I need to do these days. If it gets this woman in my bed, consider me pussified.
Pussified?
“She’ll do it.” Laura has her hand on Prudence’s arm.
“No, I won’t.” She’s got her arms crossed over her chest all defiant-like. The thing is, it’s pushing her pretty tits up, and they’re about to overflow from the top of her dress. The effect is, well, mesmerizing.
“Just go out with him.” Her friend sort of whines.
“No.”
Did Prudence stomp her foot just then?
