“I’m hardly getting nothing out of this evening. I do believe I’ll be receiving a fair amount of attention myself, and you know how the celebrity world is. Always best to be at the forefront of your audience’s minds.”
She visibly swallows. “You really haven’t dated at all sinceIn the Weedsgot popular?”
“No.”
“Because it bothers you to not know who would’ve liked you before your success and who only likes you now because you played a popular character on TV?”
“Oh, I don’t mind if the women I date like me or not. But I do mind if they intend to sell photos of me in positions I’d rather my boys not see me in. That’s been the biggest deterrent.”
“You don’t care if theylike you or not?”
I pass her a champagne flute. “Not at all. That would only matter if I intended for anything to become a permanent situation. I find I’m physically attracted to people whose personalities I don’t like. They’re good in the sack, and I never have to see them again if I don’t want to.”
Hence my current situation.
Iamattracted to Beatrice Best, and I dislike her personality immensely.
At least, the part of her personality that thought this evening would be a good idea.
The part of her that understands teenage boys and shares smiles with her best friend, who gave up her own educational ambitions for the good of her brothers, who provided my boyswith extra fries and burgers at no additional charge the other day—and yes, I noticed that—those parts of her personality fascinate me.
It’s good that she wishes to use me.
Otherwise, I would be in over my head with this woman.
She goggles at me once more, then tips her head back and laughs. “Wow. That’s a philosophy I never would’ve considered.”
“Lana regularly tells me I should speak with a therapist, but until I’m unhappy with my life overall, I fail to see how discussing my unique philosophies with a professional would improve anything.”
“Um, maybe for the example you’re setting for your children?”
“They don’t meet the women I merely tolerate for their personalities but enjoy in the bedroom. Certainly not in the capacity as their father’s companion, at any rate.”
She’s still shaking her head, lips still tilted up. “So this is what Daph meant.”
“About what?”
“About British people being far more forward about sex than we Americans are.”
“Yes, and we’re rather comfortable with the wordcuntas well.”
She cringes, then laughs at herself. “Just a word…”
Americans. Truly.
I shift in my seat and change the subject. “Do you wish to get married someday?”
“No.” She laughs lightly. “Maybe. Probably not. But maybe—no. No, probably not.”
“Your certainty is refreshing.”
She hits me with a smile that makes her eyes sparkle and her dimples pop out on both cheeks.
My cock goes lightheaded.
Is that even possible?
I shift in the seat again, and yes, yes, my cock is most definitely lightheaded.
