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“I am?” She pokes me with her toe.
I just roll my eyes and drink my coffee.
“I’m a bit nervous,” she says. “Do you think they’ll mind that I have a son?”
“Why would they?”
“Wouldn’t they prefer it if you had met someone who was… you know…”
“An eighteen-year-old virgin? We’ve been through this already. I’m not the heir to the throne. I’m sure all they want is for me to be happy. Besides, you’re only twenty-eight. You’re hardly drawing your pension.”
She smiles. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For making me feel young again.”
“Aw. You’re welcome. Can’t say the same though. I feel about a hundred this morning. I’m sure I creaked when I got out of bed.”
“That’s what you get for screwing me senseless. It’s called karma.”
I give a short laugh and finish my coffee. “Okay. I need a shave and a shower.”
She finishes the last mouthful of her coffee. “Can I join you?”
I sigh at the thought of having her naked and slippery in the shower. “Sure.”
We go into the bathroom, and I run the sink full of hot water, then retrieve my shaving gel and razor from my wash bag.
She perches on the edge of the bath. “Do you mind if I watch?”
“No. You can shave me if you like.”
Her eyes light up. “Really?”
“Yeah.” I hand her the gel.
“You’ll have to show me what to do,” she says.
“You never did it for Lee?”
“No.” She doesn’t elaborate.
I lean over the sink and splash hot water on my face, then we swap places, and I perch on the edge of the bath. She squirts some gel into her palm and rubs her hands together until it turns to foam. Then she cups my face and spreads the foam across it. I close my eyes for a moment, enjoying the movement of her fingers across my skin.
“Have all your girls done this?” she asks.
I open my eyes. “All the hundreds of girls I’ve been with?”
She smooths the foam across my chin. “I just wondered.”
“No, Missie. You’re the first I’ve trusted with a razor.”
She draws a line of foam above my top lip. “I don’t understand why you’re single.”
“I’m not.”
She blinks as if I’m admitting to being secretly married, then realizes I’m referring to being with her, and her lips curve up. “You’re smart. Rich. Handsome. Why aren’t you married with six kids?”
