Page 25 of Book Boyfriend
“Absolutely.”
As he pulls out a pad of paper to write down his name, I take another look at Fisher. He’s standing with his back to me, hands stuffed in his pockets.
I can’t believe he’s really here. What do I do now?
“And then you left? Are you insane?”
I lean forward and place my head on top of my crossed arms to hide my face on my desk. “What was I supposed to do? Say, sure, let’s go back to your place and I’ll flip my hair all over your muscled abs?”
“Umm . . . Yes!”
I raise a finger out from the side of my head and flick Luna off.
She sighs loudly. “Well, the good news is that the videos people have posted on YouTube only show the back of your head. We were able to deny it was you.”
“I signed an autograph.”
“Don’t worry about it. I think we’re good.”
“But Fisher’s face is everywhere!”
“Okay, you have to tell me now. What’s Fisher’s last name?”
“Fisher is his last name.”
“His name is Fisher Fisher? That’s odd.”
I lift my head off my arms and clench my teeth. “Are you for real? No. His last name is Fisher. His first name is Patrick. There’s no use hiding it now.”
“Move,” Luna says as she pushes the arm of my chair, rolling me away from my desk. Her fingers fly over the keys. Within a second a picture of Fisher flashes on the screen. He’s wearing a towel and his skin is drenched like he just stepped out of the shower. He also has that smoldering look on his face that made me stop breathing on the beach.
“Holy shit-tits! Is that him?” she asks.
I roll closer to the desk, pushing Luna to the side to get a better look.
“Patrick Fisher is a model turned actor, age thirty, from Cleveland, Ohio.”
I click on the “images” tab and picture after picture of him appears on my screen. This is what I’ve been missing? I should have checked him out sooner. Holy hell. If I had seen these pictures a month ago I would have had a trilogy written by now.
“He doesn’t look like Chris Hemsworth,” Luna adds. “It’s Henry Cavill.”
I snap my fingers at her. I knew he reminded me of someone.
“He’s hot as fuck. You weren’t kidding there.” Luna pushes my hand away and goes back to “all” to scroll more info on him.
“Girl, it doesn’t look like he’s ever been married. He’s dated, but who hasn’t?”
“Okay, that’s enough. I don’t want to see or hear anything else about him. I don’t care.” I stand and walk away from the desk.
“Oh, here’s a picture of him naked!”
“What?” I rush back over to the screen, angling it toward me, and Luna laughs. It’s him in a suit but not the birthday suit I was expecting.
“Uh-huh. You don’t care. You wanted to see what kind of package the future father of your children was carrying.”
“Stop. And I already saw his package, remember?”
“So did you describe it to the T? Does he manscape? Inquiring minds want to know.”
