“What else?” I ask. “Tell me something really girlie about you that’ll prove you’ve got avaginaunder there, once and for all.”
“Okay. Well, I’m a sucker for sequins and fringe.”
“You and Neil Diamond. That proves nothing.”
She laughs. “Good point. You’re right. Okay. Let’s see. Pink is my favorite color.” She looks up at the ceiling, thinking. “I love getting pedicures and doing yoga and drinking white wine. Oh, and eating cupcakes. That’s all pretty girlie.”
“Especially if you do all of it while wearing sequins and fringe,” I say.
She laughs. “I have Hello Kitty sheets on my bed. And I’m not talking about my childhood room at my parents’ house. I currently have Hello Kitty sheets on my bed in my apartment.”
“Whoa.”
“Kitty Kat,” she says by way of explanation. She winks.
“I figured.”
“Let’s see. Well, my all-time favorite movie isThe Bodyguard.My close second after that isPretty Woman. And the bronze goes toMagic Mike.”
“Okay, okay. That’s it,” I say, holding up my hands. “I need nothing further. I’m now one hundred percent convinced you’ve got avagina.”
“Whew. What a relief. I was beginning to worry my dick was really, really tiny.”
I laugh.
We sit and stare at each other for a long moment. I’d pay aninordinate amount of money to know what she’s thinking right now. Right after paying an inordinate amount of money to fuck her.
“You said sleeping with a pro athlete isoneof your fantasies?” I say.
“Correct. Well, itwas.” She snickers and makes a “check mark” motion with her finger in the air.
I grimace.
She laughs. “But, actually, my pro-athlete fantasy is a bit more elaborate than what I did with Cameron. And it involves an NFL player, actually—not a baseball star—so maybe that checkmark was a wee bit premature.”
“Wow. Your fantasy is pretty specific, huh?”
She nods. “MVP of the Super Bowl, to be exact—in the locker room after the big game.”
“Interesting. Are all your fantasies that specific?”
She nods. “You have no idea.”
“You’ve got a lot of fantasies?” I ask.
“I do. Lots and lots.” She sips her drink.
I’m finding it a bit hard to breathe. “All of themspecific?”
“Most of them.”
“Tell me some of them,” I say. I can feel my cheeks blazing.
She leans forward. “I’ll tell youallof them—just as soon as you tell me what you wrote in your application.”
I smile. “Here we go again. No.”
She exhales. “Okay, then. No fantasies for you.” She licks her lips. “Too bad. You would have liked them.”
