AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I take a deep breath. “Promise not to tease?”
He nods.
“Promise not to get a divorce?”
He looks concerned now. “I promise, unless your profession is something truly heinous, like a tax attorney.”
“Fine. My job involves petting the cat… if you know what I mean.”
He blinks at me. “Like a house sitter for people with cats?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m talking about the two-finger taco tango.”
“What?”
“Buffing the weasel?”
Is that concern for my sanity in his gaze?
“Brushing the beaver? Squeezing the peach?” I make the V-shape of the Vulcan salute with my fingers. “You’ve seen me do it. Remember?”
A hint of comprehension glimmers in his eyes. “You’re a sex worker?”
It’s my turn to look blank. “How did you get that? I’m talking about masturbation.”
He nods warily. “And that’s why I asked if you’re a sex worker.”
“What kind of a sex worker masturbates for a living?”
He lifts one broad shoulder in a shrug. “The girls at peep shows? The girls who work those chat cams? The girls who—”
“Sorry, no. I’m not a sex worker. At least I don’t think I am. I blog about the subject of muffin buffin’—but I don’t actually do it in front of anyone… besides that time with you.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “If that’s all, why did you not want to tell me?”
“Because it’s embarrassing?”
He exhales a relieved breath. “And that’s it?”
“Well, yeah.” I begin to feel a bit silly. “I thought you were a conservative type who’d judge me.”
He puts his hand over mine—which makes comprehending very hard. “Just because I like classical music and I open doors for you doesn’t mean I’m a prude.”
That makes sense, at least when his touch is scrambling my brain.
With a smile, he pulls the hand away to get his phone. “What’s your blog called?”
Flushing, I say, “Pet the Petunia.”
He types it into his phone and reads for a few of the longest moments of my life.
Finally, he puts his phone face down. “That’s pretty good.”
A ballet of swans takes flight in my belly. “You think so?”
He nods. “All those positive comments. You’re helping other women. I think it’s great.”
If he wanted to get into my pants, this would be a way to do it. Well, this and the dinner. And the hand on hand. And the way he smells. And—
