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"Well, you know. I am a man."
"I was just telling Alice here that maybe we shouldn't look for regular jobs. Maybe we should become strippers because we would make so much money." Foster frowned and looked at me.
"You're not seriously considering that, Alice, are you?"
"No, Foster," I said, rolling my eyes at his tone.
"Good. Because I would much rather help you financially until you found a job than you have to resort to something like that."
Molly giggled. "Oh, you're so protective. Next, you'll be saying she can be your private lap dancer, and that's what you'll pay her for."
Foster looked at her with a wicked grin. "Well, that's not a bad idea. Interested, Alice?"
"No, I'm not," I said, glaring at him. "Plus, you're the one giving me a lap dance tonight."
"Ooh, what is this I hear?" Molly looked at me and then at Foster. "Why did you not tell me this before, Alice?"
"Because I like to keep some things to myself," I said with a small smile.
"Yes, you do, you sly whore." She grinned. "So what's this I'm hearing about a lap dance?"
Foster started chuckling. "I mean, I don't know how good it's going to be, and I don't know if it's going to be a lap dance as opposed to a slight little shimmy with me taking my shirt off. But I figure Alice deserves something fun."
"I'll say. That'll be fun." Molly grinned. She looked at me, glaring at her, and then held her hands up. "Excuse me. I'm just going to go to the restroom. I'll be back in a second."
"Okay," I said, shaking my head. I watched as Molly walked into the bathroom and then stared at Foster. "Foster, why did you say that?"
"What? She's your friend. Is it a secret that I'm going to give you a lap dance tonight?"
"No, but I don't want her flirting with you and it being awkward and stuff."
"Flirting with me? Why would she flirt with me?" He paused. "Oh, is she still into me?" He winked. "Does she want to be my personal lap dancer? Is that why she brought it up?"
"I don't know." I glared at him. "But if she did, would you let her?"
"Why do I feel like that's a trick question?" he asked, shaking his head.
"I don't know. Why doyoufeel like it's a trick question?"
"Well, I feel like there's no good answer to that. Either I say, 'No, I would never, ever want her to be my personal lap dancer,' and you accuse me of lying and not being a man, or I say, 'Yes, I would love it if she gave me a lap dance,' and then you call me a pig and slap me across the face. I can't win. So I'm not going to answer the question."
I stared at him for a couple of seconds, wordlessly. He was correct, of course. Absolutely one-hundred-percent correct. Though, I would've much preferred it if he'd said there's no way in hell he would ever want her to lap dance for him. That would've made me feel good. In fact, if he'd even gone on to say, "I never want anyone other than you to lap dance for me," then, well, while I would've pretended I didn't like it, I would've been so happy inside.
"Oh no. You're still mad, aren't you?" he said. "I tried my best to let you know that…”
"I'm not mad, Foster," I said, rolling my eyes at him and cutting him off. I didn’t want my jealousy to show. "But, you know, if you want to be with Molly, go ahead. I'm not stopping you." He stared at me for a few seconds, frowning slightly.
"Um, when did I say I wanted to be with Molly?"
"Well, you're kind of acting like you think she's hot, and..."
"She's a good-looking girl. That doesn't mean I want to be with her. I don't want to be with every good-looking woman I see in the world." He stared at me. "Do you want to be with every good-looking man you see?"
"No," I said petulantly. I sighed. "Anyway, the garlic bread's nearly done. Dinner will be served in about five minutes. You want to set the table?"
"I can set the table," he said. "So are Rosalie and Oliver coming?"
I nodded. "She said they'd be here like fifteen minutes ago, so I don't know where they are."
