She blew her bangs out of her face with a frustrated
breath and shook her head. "You need to get back out there.
Plastic toys are no substitute for human contact."
I grinned. "They’re not plastic."
She rolled her eyes. "You miss my point."
"No, I ignored it. I’m not ready to deal with a man yet."
"Then you should be with a woman."
I choked on my tequila shot. My eyes watered as it
burned down my throat.
When I stopped coughing, she asked, "What is so funny?"
"I’m straight. In other words: I heart cock."
It was her turn to choke on her drink. "I’m going to
have that put on a T-shirt for you, and I’m going to force
you to wear it."
"I don’t swing that way. And I don’t know anyone who
does."
Her brown eyes sparkled with mischief. "Occasionally, I
do." She brushed the back of her soft hand down my
cheek. "For you I would. You have soft, expressive eyes and
a body with curves in all the right places."
I could feel the flush creeping into my cheeks. Thomas
had never given me such a compliment. A little thrill of
excitement curled through my belly. I cleared my throat and
sat back in my chair. I wasn’t really surprised that she
was bisexual. She was the kind of beauty that made
everybody’s head turn. Her laughter would make guys cross
the bar to talk to her.
But she was hitting on me? This was new territory. Now
how to solve this tactfully so I still had a friend in the
morning...