Page 79 of Book Boyfriend
I glance at the bed as I rush past and Fisher is up on his elbows watching me. He has a ridiculous smile on his face.
“It’s not funny! I’m late!”
“I wasn’t laughing. I was admiring.”
I spit my toothpaste in the sink and rush into the closet. Yoga pants for a movie meeting? No. Fuck! What do I wear? I grab a pair of dress pants and sit on the edge of the bed, praying I can zip them. They slide on perfectly. I guess being too sad to eat has its perks.
“Your tits look amazing when you run.”
I roll my eyes at him but silently cheer that anything looks good on me naked.
Heading back into the closet, I grab a blouse and rush back to the bathroom. Where’s my dry shampoo? God bless the person who invented it.
Fisher leans on the bathroom door completely naked and crosses his arms. I stare at his reflection in the mirror and bite my lip.
“Don’t rush. You’ll be fine.”
“You don’t understand. I was supposed to look through videos and pictures last night to find a new Penn and I completely forgot. Fabian wants to tell his boss we found a replacement for—” I stop and turn to face him.
“What?”
I drop my hairbrush in the sink and take his hands.
“What’s going on?”
“How much do you love me?”
He grins. “I thought we covered that last night. Do you want me to show you again?”
“Would you do me a really big favor?” I pull his hands against my breasts.
He glances down. “Absolutely.”
“Be Penn.”
“No.”
“Fisher, please!”
“Greer, we discussed this the last time you brought it up. From the day I read that first page that job meant nothing to me. I’m not going to risk losing you again.”
“You won’t. Please?”
“I love you and I’d do anything for you. But I won’t do that.”
I try to avoid singing Meatloaf’s “Paradise by the Dashboard Light,” but it’s no use. It’s in my head now. “Fabian was so angry with me. They loved you. They wanted you so bad their mouths were salivating. Fabian hasn’t told the director yet because I was supposed to find Penn last night. I did find him. At the airport.”
He rubs his face with his hands and walks back into the bedroom, bending over to get his boxers.
“Do you have another job lined up?”
He pulls them on and sits on the bed. “Not yet.”
I get down on my knees in front of him.
“Greer, stand up. Don’t do that.”
“Patrick Fisher, I made a huge mistake. I assumed all men were alike and I was wrong. You’re not like other men. The truth is you’re better than any man I could have ever written. All other book boyfriends I try to write and all book boyfriends I try to read will forever fail to compare to what I get to kiss at the end of the night.”
