Page 6 of Puck Me Secretly

“The Baby Men?” I chugged my water. “They're sweet guys. Ihad one boyfriend who liked to show up at my apartment with a picnic basket of treats, a bottle of wine and a candle.”

Max made a noise that sounded like a derisive snort. “You’re kidding.”

“What? Chicks dig that kind of thing. Baby Men make great boyfriends. They're sensitive, compassionate souls.”

“Stop.” Laughter traced his voice.

“What?”

“No one buys that bullshit that chicks want the sensitive man.”

“Speak for yourself.”

He leaned forward so he could watch my face. “Chicks don’t want sensitive guys, they want…”

“Bossy men?”

He shrugged. “If that’s what you want to call it.”

Alpha. Bossy. Dominating. Hot. Take charge. Man’s man.

Yeah, there were a lot of other words for bossy, but I didn’t want to flatter his ego. “Unlike other women, I'm not interested in the ‘take charge’ guy. I want my boyfriends to talk about their feelings.”

“Come on.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Women think they want men to talk about their feelings, but they don’t.”

“That’s not true and I can prove it to you.”

“How?”

“Why don’t you tell me how you’re feeling right now?”

“You don’t want to know.” He leaned back in his seat.

“That’s not true,” I took my turn to lean forward so I could stare up at his face. The idea of this big man sharing his feelings captivated me. “Tell me.”

“You can’t handle it.”

This conversation was intoxicating. “Yes, I can. It’s easy. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

His eyes narrowed on my face. “Okay. I feel horny. Horny enough that I’m debating picking someone up.”

My entire face flushed while my traitorous stomach did a slow flop. “You’re planning on taking someone home with you?”

He shrugged. “Or take them to a closet to have a quick fuck.”

My brain struggled to compute what he was telling me. In animated detail, I pictured him and the flight attendant slipping into some closet. There would be no foreplay. He’d drop trou, and they’d wildly fuck. It pissed me off that jealousy snaked through my stomach.

“This conversation is over.” I turned my face away to hide my flushed cheeks.

He laughed. “Told you.”

“Told me what!”

“You don’t want to talk about a man’s feelings.”

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