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And the big man half-chuckled, half-choked in his chest.
“Naw honey, no need, no need to do anything just yet. I want to get to know you,” he ground out. “I want to know everything that’s going on in that pretty little head and how it’s led to this,” he said, nudging me with his toe.
And I blushed.
“You mean, my virginity,” I whispered. “How I’m still a virgin even though I’m dating Jonah?”
He nodded.
“That would be a start,” he said dryly. “And if you told me Jonah’s gay, I wouldn’t be surprised because what other possible answer could there be?”
I flushed because his son wasn’t gay, that wasn’t it. But I didn’t feel right divulging Jonah’s secrets either, so I just took a deep breath.
“I’m not sure where I am with your son,” I admitted truthfully. “It seems like he wants to date me but at the same time doesn’t.”
Okay, that was a twisted answer if there was any. But the big man just nodded.
“Go on,” he commanded, and I sighed again, squirming closer to him.
“I feel like Jonah wants me on his arm for some reason or other,” I said slowly, “Not that I’m so beautiful or charming or anything, but like he wants to be seen with me, to show me off. But we’ve never done anything physical,” I whispered shyly, unable to meet Mr. Martin’s eyes for a moment. “I’ve asked him about it, and he always puts it off, saying that we should wait until next semester.”
Mr. Martin let out a low growl then.
“He’s got to be gay, what red-blooded man would turn down the opportunity to be physical with you? To touch those lush tits, taste the cream from your pussy? Fuck, my son has to be gay.”
And I blushed as his dirty words, at what Mr. Martin was implying he wanted to do to me. But my head shook again because no, Jonah wasn’t gay, he was just into a different type of life.
“I think,” I said hesitantly. “Jonah’s exploring a lot of things, finding himself, and isn’t that what college is all about?” I said with a wry smile. “Finding yourself and discovering things about yourself that you didn’t know, making the transition from childhood to adult life?”
The big man ran a warm hand down my back, his palm large, square and caressing.
“Honey, that’s exactly what college is, finding yourself during those four years is more important than what major you are or even what grades you get,” he ground out. “I just hope this process of “figuring it out” works for my son, that it’s not going to be four years of waste.”
And I shook my head.
“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” I replied firmly. “He’ll find it. Not with me, but maybe with someone else. And not a man,” I said hurriedly.
And Mr. Martin let out another low laugh.
“Don’t worry baby,” he chucked me under the chin. “I don’t care if Jonah dates someone male, female, purple, green, with polka dots or stripes. I just want him to go through the process and not waste his time doing something that he doesn’t care about, that’s not going to make a difference in his life. But enough about him,” he said, squeezing my hip. “What about you? What’s in store for Alison West?”
And I blushed again.
“What do you mean, what’s in store?”
He shrugged.
“What are you gonna do after school? Internships? Full-time job? Grad school?”
And I blushed then.
“I’m not sure, to tell you the truth, because I’m a freshman so nothing’s set in stone,” I confessed. “But I was thinking maybe communications so I could help grow a business’s sales, work in PR or something like that.”
And Rob shot me another wry look, eyebrows raised.
“Marketing or PR, huh?” he asked. “You know the most beautiful girls go into those areas so that when old dudes like me come calling, it’s easier to make a sale.”
And I blushed.
“No, no, that’s not why I want to go into it. I’m not pretty,” I said, blushing. “I just really think it’s interesting to craft a corporation’s image, to be a company’s liaison to the outer world, to coordinate advertising, press releases, even social media these days. It’s totally something I’d like to do.”
And Mr. Martin looked down at me again.
“Seems like you’ve got a plan then,” he said lightly. “There are lots of opportunities in NYC for a girl like you, one with ambition and talent. Do you have an internship lined up for this summer yet?”
And I bit my lip. Because I did, but my feelings were conflicted.
“I do,” I admitted slowly. “It’s with a big company out in Minneapolis, where I’m from, Tru-Value Appliances, but I don’t really want to go,” I said.
He glanced down at me.
“Why not?” blue eyes curious.
And I sighed.
“I should be grateful to have something lined up, especially for my freshman summer,” I said ruefully. “But it’s Minneapolis and while I adore my hometown, it’s just not where I want to be,” I said ruefully. “I love New York City, my parents scrimped and saved so I could come, and I’ll miss it in summer,” I continued. “I want to stay and see what there is, see what opportunities present themselves. But you know what?” I took a deep breath, getting a hold of myself. “I need to be more grateful because having something, anything, is already a huge plus.”
