Page 21 of Ghost

“I can eat an entire pie.” She leaned forward and raised her brows. “All by myself.”

I spat disbelief on the table between us. “Bullshit.”

“I’m dead serious,” she said, beaming with pride. “I love pie.”

“What’s your favorite?”

She smiled. “Pecan.”

“A pecan pie has five thousand calories in it.” I argued. “There’s no way on earth you could eat one of those.”

“I have the metabolism of a cheetah.”

I chuckled at the thought of her attempting to eat an entire pie. “I’d pay money to see you eat a whole pecan pie.”

Her eyes widened a little. “How much?”

I shrugged. “Fifty bucks.”

She looked me over. “Make it a hundred.”

If Tito’s claim was correct, she made ten million dollars a year. She sure didn’t act like it. I decided he was misinformed and challenged her on her pie eating abilities.

“I’m not talking about a six-inch pie or some dumb shit like that,” I said. “A standard sized pie.”

“I’ll eat a nine-incher for a hundred,” she said with a smile.

I choked on a laugh. “If I offered to pay you a hundred to eat a nine-incher, wouldn’t that make you a prostitute?”

“If you offered to pay me a hundred to eat a nine-incher, you better have a nine-incher for me to eat. If not, it’d make you a liar. I don’t like liars.” she said, straight-faced.

Upon hearing the remark, half my blood shot to my face and the other half rushed to my cock. Now sporting a full-fledged hard on and sure I was blushing, I slid to the edge of the booth and tried to act suave.

With my manhood available for view, I looked right at her and raised both eyebrows. “I don’t lie.”

She peered over the edge of the table. Upon seeing my denim-encased wonder, her eyes went wide. “I’d uhhm. Wow,” she stammered. “An honest man is an attractive man.”

Her eyes remained glued to my crotch.

“So, what’s it going to be?” I asked. “Pie, or that?”

She lifted her gaze to meet mine and then shook her head, as if to clear it of impure thoughts. “I think I’m going to have to stick with the pie.”

“What?” I snapped back.

She flashed a guiltless smile. “My mouth gets me into trouble sometimes.”

“I want your mouth to get you in trouble,” I said. “Nine inches of trouble.”

“Men’s minds always go to sex.” She giggled. “I was offering to eat a pie.”

I slid into the booth. “You started this with your little sexual innuendo.”

“Like I said. It’s my mouth,” she said, feigning innocence with a half-assed shrug. “It often says what I don’t want it to.”

“My guess is that it says what you’re thinking,” I said with a flick of my hand. “And you’re too embarrassed to admit it.”

She picked up a piece of sushi but didn’t eat it. It appeared she was in deep thought. Deep thought about sucking my dick, I hoped. I decided a little encouragement wouldn’t hurt.