“Nothing. Sorry. I just didn’t think she’d be your type,” she stammers, trying to regain her composure and plastering the smile back onto her face.
“Oh, right,” he concedes, rubbing the hand that isn’t tucking me into his said over his mouth and then his jaw. “I‘m sorry,” he chuckles satirically, making goosebumps pop up on my skin due to how chilling it sounds. “Why was that again?”
Her smile starts to falter but then I see a twinkle in her eye as she decides her next words. “Well, for one, I was thinking about how I’d be more your speed,” she starts seductively. “Then there’s the fact that you need a real woman that can handle you and give it back even better than you give it, which I’m open to doing right now if you’re ready. And I also figured a guy like you would want someone all
