Page 24 of The Muse
“No?” He faces the full-length mirror and ties his tie. “What are they looking for? Thieves?”
I want to wipe that smirk off his face, but that wouldn’t end well for me.
“Big dicks?”
I don’t have a good comeback because I’m too busy wondering what girls are looking for in guys. If I take sex out of the equation, I’ve got nothing. And June wouldn’t even kiss me, so I’m sure sex is off the table for now.
“Be yourself,” he says. “It leaves less to live up to.”
Myself. Who would that be? Sounds like some spiritual shit. Soul-searching. Whatever. Maybe I should stick to easy hookups.
“Should I start with my criminal record?” I ask.
“I might wait a bit before unloading your résumé. You want her to listen with an open mind because she’s gotten to know you. What’s her name?”
I shrug.
He turns, eyeing me in a way that makes me squirm. I hate how good he is at doing that to me.
“June. Her name is June.”
He sits on a dark gray padded bench at the end of his dresser and pulls on black socks. Then, he slips his feet into shiny black shoes. “You’ve met a woman named June in June. Feels like a sign. You should tell her that. Women like it when guys feel things like fate.”
“Sounds cheesy as fuck to me.”
“It would. You’re twenty-five. Basically, you’re a dick with a job. You like cars, booze, and pussy.”
Nope. Not gonna talk pussy with a guy who’s old enough to be my father.
“But any girl worthy of chasing will not be impressed by those pastimes.”
“Okay.” I press my lips together and give him a sharp nod while backing my way out of the room. “Thanks for the talk. I’ll give all yourexpert advicecareful consideration.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you will.” He steps into the bathroom and fixes his hair in the mirror.
I find Callie downstairs in a biking getup that matches the one I’m wearing.
Seriously, kill me now.
People will either think I’m dating a cougar, or they’ll think I’m taking a tour with my mom—in matching outfits.
An orange jumpsuit is looking better and better to me.
Chapter Six
Flynn
Callie purchasesour tour tickets at the counter. A family of four is being fitted with their bikes and helmets. I don’t see June anywhere. Even though she’s the reason for today’s Adventures of the Muse and Minneapolis’s Richest Woman, I will wholeheartedly believe there is a God if June is not working today.
“Flynn?”
Too late.
June steps into the rundown shop, pulling her hair over her shoulder to braid it. She makes a slow inspection of my attire. There’s a limit to everyone’s confidence. This is mine.
“Nice digs. Are you buying a bike?” she asks.
“My boss wanted to take a bike tour.”
