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She smiled and looked to Hunter for approval to change his order.
He chuckled. “That’s fine. Thanks.”
After she walked away, I looked around at the rooftop Mexican restaurant. The view of a twinkling L.A. was breathtaking.
“This place is great. Do you come here o
ften?”
“First time.”
“Really? I would think this place would be in your dating arsenal—impressive restaurant with a view and a long drink menu on top of a hotel. It’s like a playboy’s one-stop-shopping dream. Couple of drinks…grab a room…”
“I prefer to keep a mattress in the bed of my pickup. It’s cheaper and easier to dump them off when I’m done.”
I laughed. “Smart.”
“You know I’m not really a whore.”
The waitress delivered our drinks, so I sipped mine. It was the most delicious drink I’d ever tasted—like a melted, toasted coconut ice cream bar.
“Really? So how many women have you dated in, say, the last month?”
He thought about it for a minute. “Three.”
“Hmph. That’s not so bad, I guess.” I sipped my drink again and squinted at him. “Unless you slept with all of them. Sleeping with three different women a month would be thirty-six a year…after ten years of singlehood that would be upwards of three hundred and sixty different women. That’s kinda gross.”
Hunter frowned.
I smirked. “Slept with ’em all, huh?”
“I travel a lot for work. Sometimes I spend the better part of three months on a job site out of state, so I don’t always get to date that often.”
“So you don’t date when traveling? You’ve never met a woman at a bar while on the road and brought her back to your room?”
Another frown. “Did we or did we not meet when I overheard you deciding to bring some random—boring as shit, I might add—guy back to your room while you were traveling?”
“That’s different.”
“How?”
“I have a good reason for not wanting anything more than sex from a man these days. Plus, I don’t do it very often.”
Hunter said nothing. He seemed to like to argue with me, so my guess was his sudden silence was because I’d hit upon something he didn’t want to talk about. Perhaps he had his own good reasons for not wanting anything but a sexual relationship with someone.
“So, tell me something about your love life, birthday boy who isn’t a whore. I gave you the thirty-second version of my heartache this afternoon. What’s your deal?”
“Not much to tell.”
“Ever married?”
“Nope.”
“Engaged?”
“Nope.”
“Serious girlfriend.”
