Page 5 of The Purest Fake
Everyone laughs.
“Will you smother me with your tits later?” Rogans asks Autumn.
Her cheeks turn a vibrant shade of pink and her eyes bulge as she looks at him. “Rogan, hush.” As scolding as her tone may be, Rogan just chuckles.
“Don’t be shy, Autumn. There’s no subject off-limits with us,” Griffin explains.
I nudge Cooper’s leg with mine and his focus turns to me. “Does all the female attention bother you?”
“It depends on the situation. When it’s a fan wanting an autograph or a photo, I don’t mind. But I really dislike when it gets awkward because they’re so persistent.”
“I’d just tell them to get the fuck off me.”
He shakes his head. “I can’t say that. If I did, it would spread like wildfire all over social media, and I’d be labeled as an asshole or something even worse.”
“I didn’t think about that. But what’s to stop someone from embellishing their interaction with you anyway?”
“Nothing. But I like to think most of the fans are good people who wouldn’t do that.”
“I guess I’ve never given much thought to how worrisome that could be. You have to carefully measure every single word that comes out of your mouth. Boy, I’d suck at that.” I laugh.
He smiles. “Yeah, but I think it’s easier to forgive a beautiful woman who’s misspoken than a man who has”
I scoff. “Men might forgive women easier but women can be brutal with their own sex.”
“I’m certainly not an expert on women or what they do, so I’ll take your word for it.”
“You should, because you know I’m bluntly honest.”
“I like that about you.”
I cock my head, studying his face. “Really?”
“Yes. It’s refreshing to not have to wonder what you’re thinking.”
I laugh. “You know I’ll flat out tell you.”
He nods. “But I think that’s a positive.”
“I’ll remind you of this conversation when my honesty pisses you off sometime.”
He shakes his head. “I doubt that will happen.”
I give him a skeptical glance. He hasn’t known me long enough to have learned my history. My experiences have taught me that many guys don’t like an outspoken woman. Or at least the ones I’ve dated haven’t.
“Why don’t you pretend you have a girlfriend?”
“I doubt anyone would believe it since I’ve never been seen out with any women.” He takes a sip of his beer and licks his lips. “I’m kind of surprised you don’t have a boyfriend.”
“Maybe I like women.”
He nods. “Fair enough. Do you have a girlfriend, then?”
“Nope. And so you know, I’m a purely penis-loving woman. However, for the past six months I’ve been taking a break from dating to focus on myself.”
“How’s it been going for you?”
“Honestly, it’s been pretty great. I may never date again. My life is so much less complicated when I’m single. What about you?”
