do. No. No way. He wasn’t interested in a carrot-topped, prim, school teacher who had more academic smarts in her little pinky than he had in his entire body.
“Yes, well, I think it clearly shows we’re about as opposite as nature allows. But you know, despite being opposites, you’re kind of freaking interesting.”
She nodded her head and sort of acquiesced. “Well, thank you, and the same to you.”
Even simple statements of normal conversation sounded like royal decrees from her mouth. She was just so damn cool and smooth. He was hot-tempered, mouthy, dramatic, and sometimes, even crass. Yet her even tones and subtle intelligence both intimidated and called out to him. In a way, perhaps a real long stretch of a way, he saw something attractive about Allison Gray. Was it her poise? Or her confidence? Or the kind of closed off way she looked at him? He really had no clue what she thought about, either in general, or about him.
“There’s Celia,” Allison said suddenly after glancing back at the house. He sighed. Yes, there was Celia clad in a thin robe that she clutched around her middle. She was scowling at them. “You should probably get back to her.”
“I should,” he said, still sitting. Slowly, he lifted the beer bottle to his lips and took a long, cool drink showing no signs to get up and leave. All the while, Celia scowled at him before turning on her bare foot and stomping back inside.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Depends? Is it in reference to my lacking a moral compass again?”
“No. Well, kind of. Are you happy?”
He lowered the drink to the table and started rubbing off the paper label. “Am I happy about what?”
“This situation. I mean, I gather she isn’t your only…”
He raised his eyebrows, waiting to see what term she would use to describe his ladies, or his fuck-bunnies, or his pussy palaces, or his… well, on and on went all the entertaining names for his women. Now he was perched on the edge of the seat, waiting to hear what teacher called it.
“…Partner. Celia seems to be one of many. Does being intimate with her in another man’s house do something special for you? Does it make it more of a thrill? Or make you feel like you’re living on the edge since you might get caught? And because it’s illicit? I mean, there must be some kind of gratification you derive from it.”
No. Actually, it didn’t. He stared at Allison, but had no answer off the top of his head. It really didn’t do much of anything for him. He didn’t enjoy the illicit nature of it, because he didn’t try hard to keep it a secret. Celia was decent in the sack, but he’d been with far more experienced women, and younger girls, who were all kinkier, and offered much hotter sex. He never even thought about why he did it; but Celia asked him to, so he did.
She shook her head. “Never mind. It’s none of my business. Really though, she looked pissed off, maybe you should go now.”
He stood up, and his legs pushed the chair backwards on her deck. He held her gaze as he stood to his full height. “I don’t have to go anywhere; and for no other reason except that I feel like it. Celia doesn’t influence a single minute of my life. No one does. No one ever will. If I want to talk to you, I will.”
She nodded, and her gaze seemed cooler. “Fair enough. But your actions affect others. She was upset by your being out here. You should care even if it’s just a little. Human decency, Shane. It’s something you get by showing it to others.”
His gaze held hers. “You have a tough code of ethics.”
“And you don’t,” she countered, retaining his full attention. He didn’t turn and leave, but kept staring at her. Her eyes widened slightly until they became huge. Blue rings framed in dark lashes. She wore a subtle, neutral brown and beige eye shadow that just barely enhanced their color. He saw her long, delicate, freckled covered throat vibrate, as if she just swallowed, and
“Yes, well, I think it clearly shows we’re about as opposite as nature allows. But you know, despite being opposites, you’re kind of freaking interesting.”
She nodded her head and sort of acquiesced. “Well, thank you, and the same to you.”
Even simple statements of normal conversation sounded like royal decrees from her mouth. She was just so damn cool and smooth. He was hot-tempered, mouthy, dramatic, and sometimes, even crass. Yet her even tones and subtle intelligence both intimidated and called out to him. In a way, perhaps a real long stretch of a way, he saw something attractive about Allison Gray. Was it her poise? Or her confidence? Or the kind of closed off way she looked at him? He really had no clue what she thought about, either in general, or about him.
“There’s Celia,” Allison said suddenly after glancing back at the house. He sighed. Yes, there was Celia clad in a thin robe that she clutched around her middle. She was scowling at them. “You should probably get back to her.”
“I should,” he said, still sitting. Slowly, he lifted the beer bottle to his lips and took a long, cool drink showing no signs to get up and leave. All the while, Celia scowled at him before turning on her bare foot and stomping back inside.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Depends? Is it in reference to my lacking a moral compass again?”
“No. Well, kind of. Are you happy?”
He lowered the drink to the table and started rubbing off the paper label. “Am I happy about what?”
“This situation. I mean, I gather she isn’t your only…”
He raised his eyebrows, waiting to see what term she would use to describe his ladies, or his fuck-bunnies, or his pussy palaces, or his… well, on and on went all the entertaining names for his women. Now he was perched on the edge of the seat, waiting to hear what teacher called it.
“…Partner. Celia seems to be one of many. Does being intimate with her in another man’s house do something special for you? Does it make it more of a thrill? Or make you feel like you’re living on the edge since you might get caught? And because it’s illicit? I mean, there must be some kind of gratification you derive from it.”
No. Actually, it didn’t. He stared at Allison, but had no answer off the top of his head. It really didn’t do much of anything for him. He didn’t enjoy the illicit nature of it, because he didn’t try hard to keep it a secret. Celia was decent in the sack, but he’d been with far more experienced women, and younger girls, who were all kinkier, and offered much hotter sex. He never even thought about why he did it; but Celia asked him to, so he did.
She shook her head. “Never mind. It’s none of my business. Really though, she looked pissed off, maybe you should go now.”
He stood up, and his legs pushed the chair backwards on her deck. He held her gaze as he stood to his full height. “I don’t have to go anywhere; and for no other reason except that I feel like it. Celia doesn’t influence a single minute of my life. No one does. No one ever will. If I want to talk to you, I will.”
She nodded, and her gaze seemed cooler. “Fair enough. But your actions affect others. She was upset by your being out here. You should care even if it’s just a little. Human decency, Shane. It’s something you get by showing it to others.”
His gaze held hers. “You have a tough code of ethics.”
“And you don’t,” she countered, retaining his full attention. He didn’t turn and leave, but kept staring at her. Her eyes widened slightly until they became huge. Blue rings framed in dark lashes. She wore a subtle, neutral brown and beige eye shadow that just barely enhanced their color. He saw her long, delicate, freckled covered throat vibrate, as if she just swallowed, and
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