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“You’re just saying that because you’re hoping to get lucky again tonight,” she joked.
“I’m saying it because it’s true. You were pretty at eighteen. But you were…untouchable. At least, for a guy like me. I didn’t know you very well, but the Lauren in high school? I think she would have gotten in a car with a bumper sticker that said My Other Toy Has Tits. She wouldn’t have liked it, but she wouldn’t have stood up for herself, either. That night at The Harbor House? You should have seen the fire in your eyes. I’d just had one of the crummiest nights of my life, but I walked out into that parking lot and heard you telling off that asshole and it made me smile. Seriously? You’re worried about a few stretch marks?”
He paused and his voice went low. “And for the record, you do know that women pay to get breasts like yours? I went to med school with a guy who charges about ten grand for a set of those, only even as good as he is, he’s still going to leave a nice little scar somewhere.” He shook his head. “Baby, you’ve got Playboy breasts. Believe me, I should know. I studied enough of them when I was in high school. And yours are by far the most spectacular set of tits I’ve ever had the privilege of getting up close and personal with.”
For a second she was speechless. “That’s…the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. I think. Wait. Did…you just call my breasts tits?”
He shrugged. “I’m a guy. Sooner or later you were going to hear me say that.” He picked up his plate and took another bite of his cheesecake. She liked this. Sitting here on the couch with Nate, both of them only partially clothed, but completely sated, and talking about whatever came into their heads. There was something very right about it all. She could definitely get used to this…
“So, tell me more about your Playboy addiction.”
“Not an addiction. More like a phase between the ages of fifteen and seventeen. A very highly productive phase,” he made a back and forth motion with his right hand, “if you know what I mean.”
She laughed. “Oh, God. I think that’s definitely too much information.”
“It was either that or walk around with a constant hard on.”
“Poor baby. What happened when you turned eighteen?”
“I discovered girls.” He grinned. “I take that back. I discovered girls at thirteen. They just didn’t discover me back till I went off to college.”
“Hmmm…I bet they did.” She sighed. “This has been by far the best birthday of my adult life.”
“Because of that?” He nodded toward the desk.
“And all this,” she said pointing between them. “But don’t get a big head. You still have to beat the year I got my Barbie Convertible.”
“Guess I’ll just have to aim a little higher for next year then.”
Next year. He was already thinking that far in the future? Of course, it was probably just a flirtatious figure of speech. “When’s your birthday, by the way?”
“November fifth.”
“This year’s election date. So I have slightly less than six months to put together something really fantastic.”
“I’m looking forward to it already.”
The way he looked at her made her nipples tighten. Playboy breasts. Coming from anyone else it would seem like just a cheesy line. But not from Nate. There was something so completely genuine about him. He was like the old saying, what you see is what you get. Lauren definitely liked what she saw, all right.
“So are you really going to stay and help me organize my booth?”
“Of course I am.”
“Good, because we have a lot of work to do, mister.” Reluctantly, she got up from the couch and began to put away the rest of their meal. “Kitty told me that she got her picture taken with you for the paper.”
“Allie Grant interviewed me for a story. I think it comes out tomorrow.”
“I’ll be sure to buy like a dozen copies. I can see the headline now: Hero Doctor delivers baby, saves Bunco from sure disaster, and gives lonely divorcee the night of her life. Story to follow at eleven.”
“Lonely divorcee?”
“It sounds more dramatic that way. Sells more papers.” She cocked her head to the side. “If you’d never been born, Nate Miller, who would I have had desk sex with?”
“Or given you your birthday orgasm?” he added.
She loved this little game they played now. “Exactly! It’s like when George finds out in his alternate life that Mary turned into a spinster librarian.” She shuddered. “I hate that scene. I just want them back in the life where they’re married with their four kids living in the run down house with the shoddy staircase.”
He smiled, then grew pensive. “Were you serious earlier, about telling Henry about us?”
