Page 44 of Money Shot

“What are you smiling about?” he asked.

“About? Uhhm, nothing. Not about anything. I dunno, maybe because of something, I guess. Sorry,” I stammered.

He pushed his cup of coffee to the side of the table and turned his palm upward. “Because…”

“You really want to know?” I asked.

He relaxed into the back of his chair and cleared his throat lightly. “Enlighten me, sure.”

“Because you’re fucking me right,” I said.

He coughed a laugh and leaned forward slightly. “Is there a wrong way?”

I flipped my hair over my shoulders and leaned forward, grinning the entire time. “Believe me, there are plenty of wrong ways, and it appears you don’t know any of them.”

“And being fucked right makes you smile?” he asked.

“You ever seen a girl who has CBF?” I asked.

He shifted his eyes down to the table and shrugged his shoulders. “Guess I don’t know what that is.”

“Chronic Bitch Face,” I said as I pursed my lips and narrowed my gaze.

“See women like that all the time,” he said with a laugh.

“Well,” I responded as I raised my coffee cup. “They’re not getting fucked right.”

He nodded his head and grinned.

“And women like this,” I paused and grinned a big cheesy grin. “They’re getting all the dick they need.”

“And you?” he asked.

With each index finger, I pressed the corners of my mouth upward until it hurt, doing my best to create a smile like The Joker on Batman.

He raised his hand to his face, pressed his palm against his beard, and winked.

“That’s good to know. So, what’s the latest masterpiece or flop in the world of Independent authors?” he asked.

“Masterpiece? Loving Mr. Daniels, by Brittainy Cherry,” I responded.

“Good?” he asked.

“Words can’t describe it. I’m thinking I’m just going to take a few pictures of the tears I shed when I read it and post them. It’s a fucking masterpiece,” I said.

“It’s about time you read a good one,” he said with a nod.

“Did you finish the one about the guy with cancer?” I asked.

“Sure did. Same thing. A fucking masterpiece. In the end she was…”

He paused and shook his head.

“I’m not going to ruin it. You’ll read it soon enough,” he said.

“Started anything new?” I asked.

He nodded his head. “The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. You know, I heard a lot about it, but never read it for some reason. I never really got into those kinds of books, but this motherfucker’s good.”