There’s still value in most of it.
Especially that novel.
I forgo the instinct to insist she’s anything other than flawless in order to feed my starving curiosity. “You read the book?”
“Listened.” Unexpected excitement rips through her expression. “I mean who could pass up the opportunity to hear Riker,readRiker,for a Riker based novel even if it wasn’t considered part of the actual franchise universe at the time.”
Am I dreaming?
Did I too drink a shit ton of mimosas on the flight here and am now in an alcohol-infused deep sleep?
You know what?
If I am?
Leave me here.
Let me die in this perfect fucking fantasy where I’m with the woman of my dreams who not only speaks my language but looks at me like I trulyamher Number One.
Like it’smewho she wants to help run her crew rather than just being another red shirt member on board.
“You have no idea how many times I’vedreaaaammmeeddddof listening to him narrate a Sloan Mathers’ novel,” spews the sexy stranger.
“You’re right. I don’t.” Smiling effortlessly continues. “But I’m willing to find out.”
“Tempting.”
“I like that you’re tempted.”
“I like that there’s something to be tempted by.”
Surprise over her retort momentarily renders me speechless.
“Back to my free-agent status question…” Her fit frame noticeably sways a bit closer. “You’re…what…exactly?”
Reluctance to respond is non-existent. “Unrestricted.”
“Perfect.”
“You still are.”
She only barely manages to bat away her giggle before stating, “I now pronounce us a fake couple.”
Nodding in appreciation of her mirthful nature is attached to an equally playful, “Salud.”
“You speak Italian?”
“You understand Italian?”
“I understandmanylanguages.”
“And Ispeakmany languages.” Another innocent shrug escapes. “Job requirement.”
“Same.”
Huh.
Wonder what my new fake girlfriend does for a living.
