Page 19 of Fate
“I hope so,” Belle replied as she cracked up laughing.
Well, I secretly hoped not. Yeah, honesty was best but I sure as hell didn’t voice this thought as I kept trying to get those sweet looking pink nipples of hers out of my head. I couldn’tseem to do it and I already knew they would plague me for the rest of the day then into the deep of night. Sure, before we came here to Louisiana, I had my pick of women. I never lacked forfemale companyas they say in the South. The women I’d dated before were mostly professional types. Most of them I’d met through being an architect. Mostly though, they were never my type, if I had a type. Sure, they were usually beautifully dressed to the nines with perfect makeup and hair. While that was nice, it wasn’t real. Wasn’t natural.
Briget wasn’t anything like them. Casual dresser, ponytails or braids, light makeup if any. Funny and outspoken. She also didn’t seem to care about her looks all the time, like checking her lipstick, looking into a compact mirror every ten minutes and such. I also felt sure that she didn’t own any female formal power suits. Just something about this girl. I don’t know. I'd been thrown all the way back to an insecure teen version of myself.
“Hello?” Briget called attention to my silence and my spacey stare.
Blinking my eyes, I looked over at her.
She chuckled. “You seemed lost in thought or something?”
Again, I was brutally honest as I openly admitted, “I was wondering why I am so damned attracted to you.”
Staring at me with wide eyes, she shook her head. “Maybe it’s just the circumstances.”
I cocked my head at her and asked, “What?”
“Well, you've been stuck with the Louisiana Walkers for a couple of months now, right?”
I nodded though I knew where she was headed with this line of thinking.
“That’s probably it,” she explained. “You haven't been around any single women like you were back home. So now, youmight be a little desperate and are willing to trade down to a girl like me.”
I stared at her and felt confused. “Trade down?”
Nodding, she took a swig of her Dr. Pepper then said, “Sure, I mean I am the only available female on this property…” She paused and added, “Besides your little sister, that is.”
I raised my hand up and said, “No, that’s not what I asked. You said I was desperate so I was looking to trade down?”
Nodding, she looked away as she replied, “Sure…You cannot tell me that back home, you dated anyone like me.”
“Oh, I agree with that part. I’ve never met anyone like you.” Unique and naturally beautiful with no need to flaunt her looks.
“Yeah, see.” She nodded. “Back home, you wouldn’t have looked at me twice.”
I furrowed my brows at this statement. “And why not?”
“Look, we both know I am not your…type.”
I shook my head at her and said, “Maybe not? But that is because I have never met anyone like you before. I’m not sure I have a type though.”
“Oh, I imagine that you do.” She rolled her eyes.
I was super curious now to hear her description of ‘my’ type. “Oh, yeah? And just what would be my type?”
Shrugging, she turned her head to look at me again. “Ivy league. Silver spoon. Like a career woman trying to become CEO of the company. Rich parents. Cheerleader in high school and honor roll in college. Perfect features, flawless expensive dresser, possibly tan, long legs, fake boobs and probably a blonde.”
I stared at her in disbelief then laughed. Ok, so her descriptions hit some markers, but then again those were the type of women I never pursued for very long. “Well, some ofthat,” I told her. “But not all of it. Like I am partial to blondes, but fake boobs, not so much. So, I still don’t get what you're saying.” Briget in fact, had curly blonde hair and big blue eyes… a petite girl. What was it that Belle had said?She looked like a pixie but acted like a prize fighter.
“What I am saying is…I am from the poor side of town. Mom was a housekeeper, Dad did construction, when he could find a job at all. I am a waitress and have worked in retail. Oh, and I was a fast food worker at sixteen. McDonalds actually. I am not in your league.”
I kept staring at her as her words sunk in. “My league?” I asked in surprise.
“Yeah, like the Ivy League. I mean you are hot, I gotta admit and you’re funny too. But I have to have someone that well, I can maybe have a real relationship with. You know, like not a one nighter.”
I kept staring at her but now, my jaw had dropped. This woman thought I was looking for an easy fuck and no strings. I shook my head. “Who says I’m not looking for that exact same thing? A solid relationship.”
Shrugging, Briget replied, “Maye you are but not with me.” She scoffed as she laughed like the whole concept was ridiculous.
