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Chapter 37
BRITT
“Then I interned for a guy who was almost Bill Gates,” Maxwell tells me as I lift my phone. “Though I’m sure you’ve never heard of him if you didn’t keep up with the early publications during the great…”
I’m not sure what he says next, because I keep tuning him out in small intervals. I already know this won’t work, because when he touched my arm to guide me in, I got sick at my stomach.
I’m not really sure what it is that caused that reaction. He’s attractive, clean, and his teeth are perfectly straight. But bile rose to my throat when he kissed my hand, cementing the damning, revolting chemistry.
Both of these are not promising reactions to have toward a potential sexual partner, so the search will have to continue once I extract myself.
His IQ is two points higher than my own, but he makes me feel like I’m twice the idiot. He works harder to be misunderstood as opposed to working harder to simplify things. I’ve actually had to look up two of the words he used in a context I’d never heard them used.
A yawn escapes me as I subtly glance to my lap and text Harley.
ME: Are you bored when I talk?
HARLEY: On occasion I feel a little stupid, but never bored. Is he boring?
Before I can text her back, I spot Vince Jaggons walking in. Right behind him is Randy, then Taylor, then Sticks…and lastly…Base Masters.
This shouldn’t be possible.
I’m afraid there would be some very misleading confusion if I got under the table to hide right now.
The band moves to a table five down from us, and I push my uneaten cake aside, glancing at the back exit.
Unfortunately, just as I turn back around, Base’s eyes collide with mine as though compelled to do so. He only looks surprised for a second as a slow smile spreads over his lips, and his gaze flicks to Maxwell.
Neither man has ever shown signs of jealousy, so there shouldn’t be any conflict.
Base’s smile turns into a smug look before he returns his attention to his table.
“I read that it’s customary to have some passionate dirty talk before sex,” Maxwell says, drawing my gaze back to him.
I say nothing, because I’m not an expert on the subject matter.
“That’s harder than it may seem,” I caution him.
He shakes his head. “Nonsense. It’s very simple.” He keeps his eyes on mine as he says, “When I have you under me, you’re going to see stars,” he says in a pleasant tone.
I tap my fingers. “I’m confused. Are you going to get me under you and punch me?” I ask very seriously.
He gives me a bland look. “I think you’re misreading the context, since, as I stated, this is dirty talk.”
“Some people get aroused from physical violence, so there’s more room than you’re considering allowance for in terms of miscommunication.”
He pauses, running a hand over his mouth, then nods.
“I’m not aroused by violence,” I decide to point out.
“Duly noted. Nor am I,” he tells me.
Silence stems after that like he’s trying to think of a new line to use with the appropriate dirtiness that leaves no room for miscommunication. I warned him it was harder than it seems.
His phone goes off, and he directs his attention to it. My stomach is queasy just trying to discuss the possibility of dirty talk to him, so I’m glad he’s unable to come up with another line.
“Sorry, Britt. I lost track of time, and my mother is already here to pick me up. We’ll have to discuss the terms of losing my virginity on our next date,” Maxwell states.
