“I have no issue with it, Jessica from the dating app. I’m just not used to this being so businesslike.”
She winces, her blue gaze shying away from mine. Another long gulp of her drink gets swallowed, and I reckon she has two left before she’s done with it. “I will be drafting a contract in the eventuality that I make up my mind and decide to indulge in this.”
“A contract?”
“Yes.”
Well, that’s new. Kind of. I’ve never signed a contract for a one-night stand.
This isn’t a date, so I won’t ask personal questions, but if I had to guess, I’d say she either works in HR or she’s a lawyer. This contract thing has to come from somewhere, and I can’t think of another profession that would even come up with the idea.
I sense my mouth betray my amusement again. This woman is definitely a novelty. We’re both experimenting tonight, aren’t we?
“If we do fuck, I also have a condition,” I say.
She looks slightly taken aback, as if I can’t also have a say in this. “Go ahead.”
“It’sjustsex. I’m not looking for anything serious, red, so this isn’t the start of some great romance.”
This time, she chortles. “Of course, it would only be sex. It’s not like we’re compatible anyway, Mr. Clarke.”
Good. She gets it.
“I’m just making sure. I’m not the monogamous type, so you’d only hurt yourself if you expected more.”
She rolls her eyes, unimpressed. “A man with commitment issues, how original.”
My lips bend into a smile. “I reckon I’m doing a favor to your gender, red. My talents deserve to be shared around, spreading as many pairs of legs as I can.”
“And you’ve spread many, is that it?” She can barely hold back from rolling her eyes again.
“They part for me, like the sea for Moses.”
An unstoppable snicker pours out of her lush lips again. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“You’ll get it onceyou’refull of me.”
Blood rushes to her cheeks while mine rushes to my cock as I trigger naughty images in both our minds. Goddammit, I feel like a hormonal teenager.
“Does this usually work?” she wonders, her blue eyes scanning mine intently.
“Does what work?”
“The arrogance. Does it get women going?”
I lean back into my seat, entertained by her spirit. “You call it arrogance; I call it confidence.”
“It’s overconfidence, at the very least.”
“Maybe you should give me a try and judge for yourself.”
She looks more comfortable now, but my offer takes us a couple steps back again. Women usually like my cocky attitude, but I’m realizing—maybe too late—that it might not work on someone like her.
“Well, rest assured, Mr. Clarke, I won’t demand anything more from you than sex. Especially if you’re God’s gift to women. I’m a girl’s girl, so I’d hate to rob my sisters of your talents.”
“That’s the spirit, red.”
I’m not ready for this to end when she slips her phone into her clutch and downs the rest of her drink. “Well, it was interesting meeting you, Mr. Clarke. Let me know if you are still interested in furthering this encounter.”
