narrows his chestnut eyes at me. "I ain't leavin'." He picks up the menu from next to the phone and sits on the bed with it before returning his attention to me. "We made a commitment. And even though it all seems pretty messed up right now, I think we need to give it a try."
"You're right. That’s what this entire thing is supposed to be about." I cross the room and sit on the bed next to him. "Having faith in someone else, right?"
"And ourselves," he adds.
That's true. So much of this is about trusting ourselves as much as trusting the other person, on top of trusting the people who matched us up.
"And if it makes you feel any better, chicks leave me, too, once they're done getting their brains fucked out. That seems to be all I'm good for."
Yikes. "Well, that really doesn't make me feel better, but I'm sure you're good for a lot more than that." I hope.
He smirks at me. "Since you're not interested in me fucking your brains out, I guess we'll find out, won't we?"
I suddenly have an aha moment and touch his arm. "Talon, I think you just figured out the first reason why they put us together."
He stares at me, those sexy dark eyes boring right into me. "You might be right, jelly bean. I guess I'm supposed to win you over with my witty charm and not my dick."
I can't help but laugh. I'm kind of starting to like his sarcastic side. "That would be a good start."
He lets out a big sigh. "I don't know about you, but I want some fucking pancakes."
----
T alon wasn't kidding when he said he was going to order everything on the breakfast menu. It takes two waiters to deliver our food and spread it all out on the round table in the corner of our sitting room. I'm a little awed when he tips them each a $50 bill, and they both leave, offering to bring him anything else he needs.
We sit at the table and he starts to dive in to pancakes, bacon, and sausage while I take the fresh fruit and yogurt.
He holds a piece of bacon out to me. "Bacon?"
"No… I don't eat meat."
He bites into it and chews slowly, watching me with an impish spark in his eyes. "Oh, you will be eating meat, baby."
I roll my eyes at him and swallow my fruit before replying. "Is that your witty charm coming out again?"
"Hey, I'm tryin'."
I pour some fresh squeezed orange juice into my glass. "So, I was thinking we should do something like a speed-dating conversation to try to get to know each other."
He nods excitedly while drenching his pancakes in more syrup. "I'm game. That could be fun. We just shoot questions at each other?"
"Yes."
He sips his coffee and thinks for a moment. "Okay, I'll go first. Favorite color?"
I laugh and shake my head in amusement. "That's the first thing you want to know?"
"Yeah."
"Purple. Yours?"
"I'm gonna go with black." He starts to dig in to the waffles next. "Do you work?"
Geez. He goes from colors to career in two seconds. "I work from home. I make clothes and accessories, belts and scarves and whatnot, and some jewelry. I also make homemade soaps and bath products like body scrubs, lotions, and lip balms."
He raises his eyebrows in surprise and approval. "That's pretty wild. Did you put those little gem things on your shirt?" He points his fork at me.
"I did."
"I like that. I dig creative stuff. And I like that you're home. I won't have to worry about you."
"Do you do anything else for work?" I inquire. "Or just the band?"
He looks offended and leans back a little in his chair. "Really? That's not enough?"
"I didn't mean it like that. I just wondered if you were involved in anything else."
"I've done some modeling."
"See? That counts."
While buttering up some toast, he fires his next question at me. "I noticed my brother dragged you down the aisle. Where's your family?"
Taking a deep breath, I try to find the best words to explain my family and decide to just spit out the truth. "My father and brother are both in prison, and my mom took off when I was seventeen with a guy she met. I've only heard from
"You're right. That’s what this entire thing is supposed to be about." I cross the room and sit on the bed next to him. "Having faith in someone else, right?"
"And ourselves," he adds.
That's true. So much of this is about trusting ourselves as much as trusting the other person, on top of trusting the people who matched us up.
"And if it makes you feel any better, chicks leave me, too, once they're done getting their brains fucked out. That seems to be all I'm good for."
Yikes. "Well, that really doesn't make me feel better, but I'm sure you're good for a lot more than that." I hope.
He smirks at me. "Since you're not interested in me fucking your brains out, I guess we'll find out, won't we?"
I suddenly have an aha moment and touch his arm. "Talon, I think you just figured out the first reason why they put us together."
He stares at me, those sexy dark eyes boring right into me. "You might be right, jelly bean. I guess I'm supposed to win you over with my witty charm and not my dick."
I can't help but laugh. I'm kind of starting to like his sarcastic side. "That would be a good start."
He lets out a big sigh. "I don't know about you, but I want some fucking pancakes."
----
T alon wasn't kidding when he said he was going to order everything on the breakfast menu. It takes two waiters to deliver our food and spread it all out on the round table in the corner of our sitting room. I'm a little awed when he tips them each a $50 bill, and they both leave, offering to bring him anything else he needs.
We sit at the table and he starts to dive in to pancakes, bacon, and sausage while I take the fresh fruit and yogurt.
He holds a piece of bacon out to me. "Bacon?"
"No… I don't eat meat."
He bites into it and chews slowly, watching me with an impish spark in his eyes. "Oh, you will be eating meat, baby."
I roll my eyes at him and swallow my fruit before replying. "Is that your witty charm coming out again?"
"Hey, I'm tryin'."
I pour some fresh squeezed orange juice into my glass. "So, I was thinking we should do something like a speed-dating conversation to try to get to know each other."
He nods excitedly while drenching his pancakes in more syrup. "I'm game. That could be fun. We just shoot questions at each other?"
"Yes."
He sips his coffee and thinks for a moment. "Okay, I'll go first. Favorite color?"
I laugh and shake my head in amusement. "That's the first thing you want to know?"
"Yeah."
"Purple. Yours?"
"I'm gonna go with black." He starts to dig in to the waffles next. "Do you work?"
Geez. He goes from colors to career in two seconds. "I work from home. I make clothes and accessories, belts and scarves and whatnot, and some jewelry. I also make homemade soaps and bath products like body scrubs, lotions, and lip balms."
He raises his eyebrows in surprise and approval. "That's pretty wild. Did you put those little gem things on your shirt?" He points his fork at me.
"I did."
"I like that. I dig creative stuff. And I like that you're home. I won't have to worry about you."
"Do you do anything else for work?" I inquire. "Or just the band?"
He looks offended and leans back a little in his chair. "Really? That's not enough?"
"I didn't mean it like that. I just wondered if you were involved in anything else."
"I've done some modeling."
"See? That counts."
While buttering up some toast, he fires his next question at me. "I noticed my brother dragged you down the aisle. Where's your family?"
Taking a deep breath, I try to find the best words to explain my family and decide to just spit out the truth. "My father and brother are both in prison, and my mom took off when I was seventeen with a guy she met. I've only heard from
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