Putting the glass on the island, she poured a couple of fingers.
“Are you like the perfect woman?”Ozzie asked.
“Far from it.”
“You like sex?”Noble asked.
“Hey!”Ozzie exclaimed.“You can’t ask her that.”
His offense was almost funny.
“I do like sex.He can ask.Why shouldn’t I like sex?Is there something wrong with a woman if she likes sex?”
“Yeah,” Noble said in support of her question, raising his bottle.“What are you trying to say, Oz?”
“There’s nothing wrong with a woman who likes sex, I just…” He frowned at her.“I’ve never heard a woman say it so plain.”
“Because I’m being honest rather than hitting on you?”she asked, sipping the scotch.“I can like sex without being a slut who’ll sleep with anyone.You’re all very handsome, but that wouldn’t go over well with my boss.”
“Cam’s relaxed about that stuff,” Noble said.
“Yeah, given the way he was raised,” Ozzie said.“Anything goes around him.”
Quiet guy hadn’t said a word, but from the way they were talking… Quiet Guy couldn’t be Collier… could he?
“Say hi, Dalton,” Noble said to quiet guy.“You’re freaking her out.”
“No,” she said, offering a broad smile.“I was just wondering if he was okay.”
“He’s fine.He doesn’t know how to talk to beautiful women.”
“‘Cause he’s never had to,” Ozzie said.“The women that come around here want Camden.When they figure out they can’t have him, you swoop in and comfort them.”By Noble’s grin, she would say that method was tried and true.“Dalton doesn’t have a chance.”
“Yeah, ‘cause I pick up the easy ones,” Noble said.“And you try to marry the complicated ones.”
“I don’t try to marry them,” he sneered, but his friend just laughed again.
They were nice.So far.Cheery, happy friends with their own brand of teasing.
Noble looked to her.“Are you married?”
“Uh, no.”
“Do you wanna be?”
Even Quiet Guy cracked a smile.It seemed polite to do the same.
“Don’t ask her that like I’m some creep,” Ozzie said.“She doesn’t know us.”
Noble tipped the last of his beer into his mouth.“Oh, she doesn’t care.She was talking about her pussy three seconds ago.”
“Yeah,” Ozzie said, “but there are like rules now.”
With no clue where the conversation was going, she went to scavenge in the fridge.It was after dinnertime, she was hungry.Her own cupboards were bare and she so didn’t want to shop.These were guys, maybe if she offered to cook, they’d let her join them.
“Rules?”Noble asked.“About talking round women?”
“Sexual harassment stuff.”
