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Then, in typical Drew Katterman fashion, he changed the subject, giving me whiplash. “You finished readingMeteors and Mistresses?”
That was his latest title. “I’m halfway. Juno just blew up the spaceport then blew the dude with two cocks.”
“Tentacles.”
“Tentacles. Cocks. C’mon, admit it. He’s a jock with two cocks.”
Drew snickered. “Yeah, totally two cocks. Kinda makes you wonder why she needs a harem in this one.”
“Not true. She gets different things from all her lovers. Mr. Two Cocks brings extra fun to her bed when no one else is home.”
“Better than a dildo.”
“I hope so.”
He waggled his brows at me. “Trust me, I know so.”
I shook my head. “You’re a terrible flirt.”
Drew pressed his hand to his chest in mock pain. “How can you say that? I’m an excellent flirt. A professional!”
“World class?”
“Abso-frickin-lutely world class.”
We got into my blue Mini and I drove home.
“I get the feeling Juno’s gonna add Mr. Two Cocks to her harem, even though they don’t like him. Am I right?”
Drew rested his hand on my seat, fingers tucked under my right thigh. “You want me to spoil it for you?”
“Yes. Wait ... no.”
He chuckled. We came to a red light. He leaned close and whispered, “You like to be teased, Zelda Claudette Gordon.”
I shivered as his warm breath brushed my ear. His gaze flicked from my eyes to my mouth and back.
“What are you doing, Drew?”
“Flirting, Brick.” His smile was sexy and knowing. He slowly leaned back and nodded toward the windshield just as the car behind me honked. “Green light.”
Shit. I accelerated a little too hard. He was being pretty fucking unsubtle about his interest. Of course, this was Drew Katterman. He’d always been a touchy-feely guy and hadn’t hidden his attraction to me. But that had never led to anything.
Because you didn’t let it, moron, my brain pointed out.
I asked, “Why?”
“Why am I flirting with you now?”
“Yeah.”
“Whenever we saw each other before, you were committed to that douchebag, and you know I wasn’t gonna get in the middle of that. Plus, you wanted to prove that your success wasn’t earned by boinking me. Now, Tristan’s out and you’re a respected world-class narrator. So, I’m making a move I’ve been wanting to make for years, Zelda.”
I pulled the car into my garage and turned off the engine. Resting my hands on the steering wheel, I looked at the white wall for a long moment. “I just broke things off with Tristan a week ago. I’m not looking for a rebound.”
“Me neither.”
“I don’t really know what to think about this.”
