I’d rather swallow nails. “Hard pass.”
Digging through the tote, she pulls out a few small jars. “Okay. We can give each other facials then.”
I wouldn’t mind giving her one, but unfortunately for me, her idea of a facial and mine are very different.
“Pass.”
Frustrated, she shoves the girlie crap back into the tote and drops it on the floor. “Fine. We can order a pizza and tell each other secrets.”
A sharp twist of reluctance clenches my stomach because my secrets will crush her.
“Pizza yes. Secrets no.”
It’s clear she’s not pleased with this answer either by the way she pouts. “Oh, come on. There has to be something you want to know about me. There’s still stuff I want to know about you.”
For fuck’s sake. What other information could she possibly want? She knows more about me than anyone else does.
Tucking my arm beneath my pillow, I peer up at her. “Like what?”
I’m in dangerous territory, but I don’t want her to feel like she can’t trust me.
“I don’t know.” I can see the wheels in her head spinning as she chews her bottom lip. “What was your first kiss like?”
I tell her the truth. “Sloppy and painful.”
Her nose scrunches. “Painful? Why?” Her face falls and she clutches her chest. “Oh, God. Did she break your heart?”
That’s laughable. “No. She had braces and a bad case of halitosis.”
“Oh. That’s…” Her voice trails off.
“The only reason I did it was because I lost a bet to Jimmy Fernsby in fifth grade and kissing the ugliest girl in class was the unfortunate penalty.” I waggle my eyebrows. “Sure made her year, though.”
“God, you’re the worst.” Slipping under the covers, she turns her body toward me. “What’s the best date you’ve ever been on?”
Once again, I give her the truth. “The ones where I took them to the casino and they left me the fuck alone.”
“How romantic.” She averts her gaze and picks at a piece of lint on the comforter. “How did you lose your virginity?”
“I unzipped my pants and stuck my dick inside her cunt.”
“No, you asshole,” she says in exasperation. “I meant, how old were you? What was it like?”
For me, sex is nothing more than a biological need to be satisfied. Sure, it feels fucking great while you’re doing it, but any details about the women I’ve been with aren’t important enough for me to store in my brain’s database. Quite the opposite, actually. My encounters all blend together.
“I was fifteen.” That much I can still recall. “I don’t remember much else…aside from thinking it was the best three minutes of my life.”
“Wow.” Her forehead creases. “That’s kind of…sad.”
“Don’t worry,” I assure her with a wink. “I’m able to last a lot longer now.”
She rolls her eyes. “Not that. I meant that it wasn’t special enough for you to remember.”
I’m not bothered by it. “I’m a guy, Bishop. Sex isn’t special for us. The only thing we care about is getting our dick wet.”
Her expression falters. “Right.”
Silence stretches between us, and it’s evident by the way she’s frowning that my last statement upset her.
My gaze drifts to the small pink heart tattooed on her upper arm.
Much like the tattoo, Kit wears her heart on her sleeve, and something tells me sex is always special for her.
“How did you lose yours?”
A small smile curls her pouty lips. “When I was seventeen, I got a fake ID so I could go to a gay bar.” Her smile fades. “I wanted to experience what it was like to be in a place where I was truly accepted. A safe place where nobody would judge me for being different…because they were, too.” A faint blush colors her cheeks. “Anyway, there was this woman. She was older and a little rough around the edges, but there was something about her that captivated me. I sat at the end of the bar and watched her for most of the night, trying to gather the courage to talk to her. In the end, she approached me first.”
No surprise there. You’d have to be clinically brain dead not to notice Kit Bishop.
“We talked and danced…made out a little in a dark corner of the club.” Her lips part on an inhale. “Things heated up so much we went out to her van.” She traces little patterns on the comforter with her finger. “I was petrified I was going to screw something up and ruin the moment, but it was perfect. She was so kind and tender…so patient. It was one of the best nights—best experiences—of my whole entire life.”
Jealousy bolts through my gut like the twist of a dull knife. Not only because Kit’s talking about having sex with someone who isn’t me. But because that woman was able to give her something I never can.
“What happened after that? Did you see her again?”
She nods. “I went back to the club the next weekend hoping to run into her.” She goes silent for a beat. “When I saw her, she was kissing another girl.” Pain etches her features, and it’s as if she’s reliving the moment in real time. “It hurt so fucking bad.”
I don’t hit women, but I feel the sudden urge to track the bitch down and make an exception to that rule.
Draping my arm around her, I draw her close. “I say we kill her and then scatter her body parts all over the world so they never find her.”
She jolts. “What?”
“Just say the word and I’ll make it happen.”
She rests her head on my chest. “You’re crazy.”
She’s not wrong. I lose my damn mind when it comes to her.
A surge of tiredness engulfs me, and I close my eyes. “Hate to be a party pooper, but I took some more Benadryl earlier and it’s starting to kick in.”
I’m drifting off when I feel her grip my hand. “Sweet dreams.”
Chapter 25
Kit
Juan pops his head over my cubicle. “Come out with me after work.”
I look up from my computer. “Okay.” Tapping the buttons on my keyboard, I continue typing up a reply email to a disgruntled consumer. Evidently, she’s upset she only had one mind-blowing orgasm instead of the ‘countless’ she was promised on the ad. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know. A bar. Maybe a club.” He sulks. “I haven’t gotten laid since the party last month, so I need you to be my wing girl tonight.”
Wait a minute…
I stop typing. “You had sex with someone at the engagement party?”
His grin is coy as he pretends to examine his nails. “Yup.”
Well, shit. This is definitely news to me.
“Who?”
He flutters his eyelashes. “Told you I was gonna snag me an NFL player.”
Safe to say he has all my attention. “I need the deets. How was it?”
His lips pull into a pout. “Nice body, small dick…bad kisser.”
Ugh. That seriously sucks.