Page 74 of Driftwood Daffodil 3

“Men mostly. It never hurts to have another dick around when you want to fill an extra hole.”

And now, I was going to have to scrub my brain clean of that image.

“You take the term whore to a whole new level.”

“I prefer pussy prowler.”

“More like slut.”

He nodded. “That works too.”

I eyed him for a second before saying, “you really have no shame, do you?”

“No,” he shook his head. “Not really.”

Okay, good to know. “Well, if you wouldn’t mind tearing yourself away from the slut life long enough to take me home,” I held up my thumbs. “That would be great.”

“No can do,Tesoro.”

“What the hell is aTesoro?” Were we just speaking random words now? Cause I had a couple I’ve been waiting to use.

“Sorry, Aldo is in town. So my dad’s been speaking Italian at home.”

Who the hell was Aldo? Wait…“You speak Italian too?”

Did everyone in the town speak another language?

“Of course,” he shrugged.

“I swear to God if the next word that comes out of your mouth is Russian I will beat you to death with my shoe.”

I could do it too. These shoes were heavy.

He looked at me like that was the stupidest thing to say. “Why the hell would I speak Russian?”

At least I didn’t have another ‘I speak everything’ asshole on my hands.

“Spanish on the other hand…”

I pointed at the driver’s door. “Get out of my truck.”

“Oh come on.” Atlee chuckled. “You can’t tell me you don’t speak another language?”

“Why on earth would I speak another language?”

“So you can communicate with people in other countries?”

“Yeah,” I snorted, “cause I’m going to another country.”

I was lucky if I made it to another neighborhood.

“Well, you’re going to meet someone from another country tonight.”

That’s where he was wrong. “The only thing I’m going to do tonight is sleep.”

And maybe watch a bunch of cat videos. The failed jumping ones always cracked me up.

“I hate to crush your dreams of a goodnight’s sleep, but…” he shifted his stare my way. “Today is Friday.”

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