“Good. I wanted to treat you to some place nice.”
“Why? Don't get me wrong, I love it. But why treat me? We hardly know each other.”
“I think we know each other pretty wellnow, don't we?” I winked at her, and a sweet memory of her perfect tits, bouncing and swaying as I fucked her in missionary, ran through my filthy mind.
But she clicked her tongue and gave me a stare. “Youknowwhat I mean, Hunter, don't be raunchy.”
Damn.She always wanted me to be all polite and genuine. It wasn't easy.
I shrugged. “I guess … because of what you just said: that we hardly know each other.”
“Go on,” she said, wanting to pull more out of me.
“Okay, uh, I could sense that about you. That you want to get to know each other better.”
I struggled to swallow. These words were very hard for me to speak. Any other girl, I probably would've laughed, waved my hand at her, and told her to shut up. And she'd be eating right from my palm for the rest of the night.
But not Honor.
“And?” she asked.
“Damn,” I muttered under my breath. “Uh. I guess—getting to know each other—that's kind of a new thing for me.”
She frowned sympathetically. “That's so sad.”
“I guess.” Wanting to sound strong, I added: “But not really.”
“No? Don't you like to get to know the girls you date?”
“Date,” I muttered quietly again. “Girls don't really seem interested in dating me, to be honest.”
“Ihighlydoubt that.”
“It's true.”
“What about Madison?” Honor asked.
“Okay … sure. But that's sort of my point. She's not interested in me, she's just interested in—the idea of me, I guess. Who I am. This image of being with a pro athlete.”
“Do you think I'm interested in you, Hunter Rockwell, the person?” she asked.
My throat felt bone dry. I grabbed my glass of water and nearly chugged the entire glass.
“Yeh,” I croaked.
“Oh my God!” Honor giggled. “It's so cute how that makes younervous.”
She was right, but I didn't reply.
“And it makes me wonder why,” she added, thoughtfully.
A wave of shame swept over me—but thankfully, our waiter showed up at just the right time to take our orders.
I thought the waiter had saved my ass, but Honor picked up right where she left off.
“So, Hunter, tell me about yourself.”
“Oh, hm. There's—not really a lot to know, that people don't already know, I mean.”
