Page 71 of So This Is War
“Well, how about I just take my salad and give you some space. I’ll be back in an hour to change the laundry.”
“I can do that,” he says quickly. “I can change it out.”
“Are you sure? I don’t mind coming back.”
He shakes his head. “Just take the night off. You’ve done a lot.”
“Okay, if you insist.” I start to gather my dinner when I remember the book. “Oh, almost forgot.” I walk over to his living room and pull the bound book I made of Vermont for him. “Here’s everything typed up and put in Arial font. I added some pictures just to make it interesting for you. I hope you enjoy it.”
He stares down at the book, dumbfounded, then back at me. “You put it in binding?”
“I’m efficient, Levi,” I say as I poke his chest. “Ooo, that’s strong. I probably shouldn’t say this, but you have an amazing body. I noticed when I took your sweatshirt off. Too bad for the girls who missed out the other night, right? Oh, by the way, if you want, I can handle any type of dating profile you want to put together. I can swipe left or right for you, choose girls I think you might like.”
“Yeah, not interested in dating at the moment.”
“Right,” I say, booping him on the nose. “Only fucking. Well, I can put that in the profile. Looking for one-night stands.”
Once again, he shakes his head. “Not necessary.”
“Okay, well, the option is there. Now I’m going to take my salad back to my room, despite not liking eating in there. I’ve been working on a design for a contest. Have you ever heard of Patty Ford?”
His eyes widen a little as his cheeks flush.
Oh, he so looked her up. I like that he did.
My only question is, did he get off to her?
I hope so . . . because I know I did.
“Uh, no, who is she?”
Such a liar.Adorable.
“An erotic entertainer. And I know what you’re thinking, that’s a fancy way to say porn star, but she doesn’t do it with other people. She is more about trying to have a one-on-one experience with the fans. Sort of like an OnlyFans account, but she’s designed her own website so she takes all the money. Brilliant if you ask me. Well, she’s looking for a new logo, and I decided to enter the contest. I’ve been working on some designs and want to finalize them tonight. Studying her has been fun. There’s something about her that just gets me so hot.”
His cheeks redden even more. “Uh, really?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah. I must have gotten off three times already just working on this logo.”
He pulls on his neck, the strain in his chest and forearms evident. “Cool, yeah, I’ll, uh, I’ll check her out.”
“You should. There’s this one video where she tells you what to do, could be for a man or woman. And as she talks to you, she starts stripping. Oh my God, it’s so hot. A must watch. I was throbbing by the time I allowed my fingers to finish myself off.” I smile brightly at his tortured expression. “All right, I’ll leave you to it. Let me know if you need anything, oh . . . before I leave, are you going to need bagels tonight that you won’t be eating?”
He slowly shakes his head. “No. I think I’m good.”
“Great. Okay, have a good night.”
And with that, I’m out of his apartment feeling fully satisfied with myself.
Chapter Eight
LEVI
This is what modern-day hell would be.
This right here.
Sharing a living space—not sure how that happened when I specifically told her to stick to her room—with a girl who apparently doesn’t own any bras. Oh wait, no, that’s not correct. She does own bras, but they tie into a bow in the front and with one tug . . . breasts. Pretty sure that’s how she put it.
