I shrug. “It was Halloween. Everybody else was in costume. Well, almost everyone.” I can’t hide my smile. “Clark Kent wasn’t in costume.”
Her eyes narrow again, but this is a familiar look. I’ve known Margot since I was a kid. We’ve been good friends for years. She knows me well.
“What happened?” she asks.
“I was sitting at the bar trying to decide how long I was going to stay. There were a lot of cute guys, and a few of them had come over to talk, but I wasn’t really vibing with anybody. Then this guy walks in, and it was so clear that it took him a minute to figure out why everyone was dressed up. He definitely was not in costume. But he saw me and instead of leaving, he came straight over. I definitely think it was the Wonder Woman thing.”
“So a superhero dork?”
I nod. “He was definitely a nerd. But a hot nerd. Do you know what I mean?”
Margot laughs. “I am dating your brother. I definitely know about hot nerds.”
I hold my hand up and shake my head. “Ew. No.”
She grabs my wrist and puts my hand down. “It is a truth you are going to have to accept at some point,” she tells me. “I amhappilybanging your brother.”
I groan and cover my face. “Ewwww! Stop or I willnottell you about the super hero nerd with thegiantcock from last night.”
She gasps and pulls my hands away. “Giant cock?”
“Yes.” I grin.
“Yousleptwith him?”
“So, so much. All night. It wasamazing.”
Her eyes are wide, but she grins back at me. “I’m so happy for you!”
I laugh. “Thank you! So yeah, he was not like a computer game nerd. He said he likes superheroes, but he did not have posters on the wall or an action figure collection. At least not in his living room or bedroom.” I shrug. “I don’t care if he has thosein like a man cave or den or something. But he’s sophisticated enough to know that’s not main room décor.”
She laughs. “Was he wearing glasses?” Her eyes are twinkling now.
“Yes,” I groan. “He’s like a rich nerd. Gorgeous apartment. Super nice suit, and looked completely comfortable in it. Like he might sit around at home in his suit. Ordered top shelf scotch. He has to be into investments, numbers of some kind.Thatkind of nerd.” I shake my head. “I clearly have a type.”
I have been surrounded by nerds my entire life. My father is maybe one of the biggest in the world. So I have a soft spot for smart guys. Especially socially awkward ones. It’s not that my dad can’t make casual conversation, it’s just that he has never really seen the point. Thank God for my mother who softens his rough edges and steps in before he makes huge messes. Usually.
All three of my brothers also have nerdy tendencies, Jefferson being the least nerdy of the bunch.
As does the guy who just wasted two years of my life.
I really should try something new.
“So what happened?” Margot asks.
“We started talking, and it was bantery and flirty. But he’s also very straightforward. He said he really wanted to kiss me, so I told him to do it. He did. It was amazing. And we ended up back at his place. Having the best sex of my life.”
“I can’t believe you just went home with a stranger!”
“Well, he excused himself to go to the bathroom at one point, and the bartender told me that he’s a regular. She said he’s a really great guy, is usually in there with guy friends, tips incredibly well, never hits on her, and has stepped in when other guys have been jerks to women in there. She said she felt like I was completely safe with him. She also said that she knows exactly where he lives and works in case anything happened.”
“Where does he live and work?”
I shake my head. “I didn’t ask, and I told him I didn’t want to exchange any personal information. We didn’t even exchange numbers. He called me Diana because I was in the Wonder Woman costume, and I called him Clark since he was dressed up like Clark Kent.”
“But he wasn’t, right?” Margot asks.
“No.” I giggle. “We decided that was his costume when it was clear that he actually wasn’t dressed up at all.”
