Page 37 of Eat Slay Love

I rolled my eyes. “I can’t with you.”

His lips curled. “And what do you do, Rae, my California girl?”

The way he saidmy. . .it sent something warm curling low in my belly.

I cleared my throat. “I’m an intimacy coordinator in Hollywood.”

His brows lifted slightly. “An intimacy coordinator?”

“Yep. I choreograph sex scenes in films.”

He blinked.

Then, blinked again. “Oh my.”

I snorted. “Yeah. I’ve got a dope job too.”

He let out a slow breath, as if recalculating everything he thought he knew about me. “Oh no. Your job beats mine.”

“No way.”

“It really does. What’s a film you’ve done?”

“Have you ever seenSeven Days?”

“I believe the entire world has seen that movie and I’m sure a lot of babies were made after that.”

I chuckled.

His eyes darkened immediately. “Very steamy.”

I lifted my glass, pretending not to notice how his voice dropped a full octave. “Well, I coordinated all four sex scenes. So. . .you’re welcome.”

He stared at me like he wanted me naked.

I nervously finished my drink.

Then, suddenly, he exhaled and said, “I have so many questions, but none of them are appropriate.”

I raised a brow. “Oh really?”

“Oh yes.”

“Tell me them.”

“No.” His smirk was almost devastating. “I’m a gentleman.”

“Are you?”

He placed a hand over his heart. “Absolutely.”

“I feel like that’s a lie.”

He leaned in slightly and his voice shifted to a low purr. “Perhaps in a few weeks or months, I’ll ask you those very ungentlemanly questions.”

Weeks. Months. Oh he’s trying to put in some serious time with me. God yes.

“You’ll ask me later because. . .” I swallowed. “I’m going to give you my phone number?”

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