“I mean—”
“So, like I was saying—when youdotell her you love her, make sure you get down on your knees.”
He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “Break it down for me. I need to visualize this.”
“What part of ‘on your knees’ is hard to picture?” I scoff. “You know how to tie your shoelaces, right?”
“Anyone ever tell you you’re an amazing teacher?”
“Copy that. You get down on your knees, and look up at her with shining eyes, and—”
“I do her laces up.”
I sigh. “I guess you can lead a horse to water…”
Suddenly, he jumps to his feet and scurries around the table, falling to my feet and hugging my legs to his chest.
“I adore you!” he gushes. “I adore your beautiful calves!”
I stare at him. And despite myself, my face breaks into a smile. I would never have guessed that Donovan Wolinski had this side to him—playful, almost silly. It was easier back when I thought he was just a dumb, pointless egomaniac.Fuck my life!
“You done?”
“May I touch milady’s thigh?” He raises an eyebrow.
“You realize your face is dangerously close to my kneecap…” I narrow my eyes at him. “I wouldn’t want my leg to slip, or anything.”
“So much hate, in such a cute little body…”
“Down, boy!” I point at his seat. “Now we need to talk sex. When you guys got coffee—did you kiss?”
Subtle, Carrie. Real subtle.
“Nope.”
“Oh thank God!” I say, before I can stop myself. “I mean—that’s great, because it gives us more scope for your first time,” I stammer. “Do you plan on bringing her back here after dinner?”
“Good question.” He looks unsure. “What do you think?”
I glance around me. “Well, it’s a cozier vibe. And it definitely gives you options.”
“Are you insinuating I should be getting laid on the first night?” He makes an O with his mouth. “That’s pretty bold of you, Carrie.”
“I was thinking more like you could curl up and watch a rom-com.”
He purses his lips.
“Okay, so fast-forward to after dinner. I bring her back here—then what?” There’s a gleam in his eye, and I try my best not to want to squash it. “Which room should I use for the part where I ‘caress her pillowy pout with my hot lips’?”
I cringe outwardly.
“Oh gimme a break—I’m trying, here!” He laughs.
“The kitchen,” I blurt out. “You suggest grabbing a nice cooldrink, so she follows you in here. You tell her what a great time you had, and then you sit there in silence together for at least forty-five seconds.” I take in his face, making sure he’s soaking this up. “Then, you look deep into her eyes. But not in a psycho way. Linger over her eyes, her mouth. Let your gaze drift back up to her eyes, down to her lips again…”
“Are you trying to get me hard?”
“Focus,” I snap. “So, you’re looking at her mouth. You with me?”
