“I think we were both victorious in that round.”
25
MOST COMPLEX MAN
“Why do you always seem so shocked when we do something like that?” Chance asked twenty minutes later.
They were dressed and in his living room.
“Do what?”
“Sex. I know you like it when I tell you what to do. You give it back just as much.”
He did it because he knew it’d bring out a side of her to even the score.
He never realized how competitive she was.
“It’s fun to give it back.”
“I know,” he said, nudging her arm. “But you didn’t tell me why you acted surprised in the moment.”
She was searching his face. Weighing her words.
If he had to lay money down, he’d bet she was vanilla in the bedroom with other men.
Or maybe that was what he wanted to think because he’d like to give her something she’d never had with anyone else before.
Something money couldn’t buy.
Was he thinking highly of himself? Yeah, he was.
“Sometimes it’s like you can read my mind. It’s a little unnerving.”
He laughed. “Not if we are both thinking the same thing. I believe we’ve got a strong physical connection to each other.”
“Only physical?” He paused a little longer than he should have. “You don’t have to answer that. It was wrong of me to even ask.”
“No,” he said. “It’s not. You’re here when it’s been years since another woman was. Was it because of what I said earlier? Sure. But I don’t always like anyone else in my space. I’m simple and sometimes women don’t care for that.”
He was tired of being judged but wouldn’t change who he was because some chick he was screwing wanted him to have prettier plates or matching silverware.
He had what were the important things in life. At least in his mind.
“I can see your point. Simple can come across as uncomplicated, but you’re the most complex man I know.”
“Hardly that,” he said. “I was thinking the same about you.”
She leaned into the corner of the couch, her feet tucked under her. “I’m not going to deny that. But the funny thing is, when I’m with you, I can be me. I thought it years ago and still do. It’s a nice freeing feeling.”
His leg stretched out, his sock-covered foot popped at her leg. “It is a nice feeling.”
He thought she accepted him for who he was. Not that he’d treat her differently, but she never reacted like others did.
“Are we getting all gushy inside together?”
“Don’t be a brat,” he said.
“It’s better than a princess.” He could tell he had hit a nerve saying it now with the slight tightening of her lips.
