“Beefy.”
“You know, thick.You have very thick fingers.”
I’m about to hyperventilate, because I want to put those thick fingers where they don’t belong.
“Phoebe, I’m closing up a simple laceration of your right butt cheek, not performing intricate eyelid surgery or something.It’s not like anyone will ever see this scar.”
“Really?No one?Ever?”
“Not a lot of people.You know what I mean.”
“Well, on the off chance someone might actually want to look at my bottom one day, it’d be nice if it wasn’t mangled.That’s all I’m saying.”
“Are you always a total pain in the ass, Travis?”
I hear her chuckle.“Actually, it’s my ass and my pain, and you’re to blame.”
I’m glad she can’t see me smile.“Do you need more numbing gel?I can grab some from in the first aid kit.I’ve got two more stitches to go.”
“No.But I wish you’d hurry up.”
“Why don’t you have another sip of whiskey?It might chill you the fuck out.”
She giggles.“I can’t actually sip it, since it’s the consistency of a convenience store slushy.I need a straw.”
“We’re all trying to make do here, Phoebe.”
She raises her head and sucks down a mouthful from the mug.I can hear her crunching on the still partially frozen alcohol, which means it’s been cut with water at some point.
“Where did you find this stuff, anyway?”
“In the back room hidden behind the blanket chest, where it’s as cold as Yeti’s—” I stop myself from finishing.
“You can say it.I won’t be offended.”
“I’d rather not.”
“Okay, so how about this?It’s so cold that I saw a lawyer with his hands in hisownpockets!”
“A classic.”
“It’s not the best whisky I’ve ever tasted, just an FYI.”
“I sure hope not, since it was unearthed in a remote surveyor’s shack in the middle of Bumfuck, Nevada, and the price tag features the numbers 4, 9, and 5, in that order, and there’s a decimal point after the 4.”
“You get what you pay for, as they say.”She crunches some more.“I bet you like the expensive stuff.The good stuff.”
“I like thebeststuff.”
She turns her head again to rest the opposite cheek on her folded arms.Once more, her thick waves swish across the back of my cashmere sweater.It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
She’sthe most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
Uh, what?
I’m stunned.Sure, I’m tempted by her naked ass.What man wouldn’t be?But that’s not the thought that just went through my mind.
I’ve decided that Phoebe Travis, the virgin, is erotic.Sexy.Carnal.And more so than anyone I’ve ever seen, which is saying something, since I’ve known a lot of seriously hot women.
