Page 90 of The Bad Girl
“You have to admit, he did go a little too far.”
“He sure did.”
“I enjoyed reading about your fun night with Grady.”
“Oh, fuck. I can’t believe he’s talking about that already.”
“Your boobs look great, by the way.”
I drop my fork. “Oh…I forgot about that.”
“There’s already been a PR meeting about your boobs. They aren’t worried. If anything, it has people laughing, and a whole lot of men want your number.”
“Well, I’ll count that as a win.”
“At least this Tom guy isn’t going to mistake you for a good girl now,” he says with a wink.
I roll my eyes and take another bite of cake.
Harry’s expression softens. “How’s your mother holding up?”
“I don’t really know. This must be hard for her, but I think she’d rather grieve privately or at least not with me.”
His hand reaches out, touching my thigh. “Well, if she needs someone, I would be more than happy to help her navigate purchasing her first pair of assless chaps.”
“Assless chaps? What the hell is wrong with you?”
“It’s a timeless staple in the gay community.”
“Harry, if you don’t mind me asking, was there ever a moment you thought you were straight?”
His hand flies to his chest as a look of horror crosses his face. He emits a condescending laugh, almost mocking me. “Oh, heavens no! Never crossed my mind, though I do admit, I experimented a bit in my early twenties.”
“How’d that turn out?”
“Well, I never once vomited, but to this day, I’m haunted,” he says. “What about you?”
“I…experimented a bit in college. Of course, I practiced kissing, but one day things went beyond that.”
“It was probably the most boring lesbian experience in history.”
“Probably,” I agree.
“Mind if I turn on the tele?” Harry says, taking the remote and not even bothering to wait for my reply.
“Please, I can’t tolerate vapid reality television, not right now. I binged it and have regrets.”
“Oh, Beefy Bohemians isn’t on for another two hours, I’m just putting on some entertainment news. I love seeing candidly staged photographs.”
“Beefy Bohemians?”
“You’d love it. So, are you still going on that date with Trying-to-Hard Bad Boy?”
“Excuse me?”
“You don’t think the leather jacket over his naked torso was a bit overkill?”
“He owns a bike shop. It’s branding, I guess.”
