Page 25 of Finding Us
“Then no.”
“How do you know her then?”
“I met her last week.”
“That’s not exactly way back. Where did you meet?”
“The gym.”
“Now I know you’re lying; she doesn’t go to the gym.”
That explains the jeans she was wearing that day. They weren’t exactly workout clothes. “Technically, I ran into her outside the gym.”
“Hmm. Do you have a job?”
“Yes. Why?”
“I’m asking the questions here, mister.” I hold up my hands when she gives me attitude. Now I know where Red gets it from. “Is it a good job?”
“I’m vice president of a large company.”
“Impressive. Are you married?”
“No.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
Her eyes dart down to my forearms. “Have you ever been in prison?”
“Are you stereotyping me because I have tattoos?” Red did the same when we met.
“You can’t answer a question with a question. Are. You. A. Jailbird?” She punctuates her words as she pokes my chest.
“No,” I answer, gently guiding her hand away from my body.
“Are you in a gang?”Again, with the stereotyping.
“No,” I snap as my irritation grows.
“Have you ever maimed or killed anyone?”
“I just told you I’ve never been in prison, so doesn’t that negate that question?”
She lifts one shoulder, “Maybe you never got caught.”
“I don’t condone any kind of violence.”I had enough of that when I was a kid.
“How would you rate yourself in bed? Ten being mind-blowing and one being absolutely pathetic.”
“Wow, are you serious? Next, you’ll be wanting to know how big my dick is.”
“Actually, that was my next question,” she says, giving me a toothy smile.
I arch a brow, is this chick for real? “I’m not answering that.” I don’t know why I’m answering any of her questions to be honest.
Her eyes gravitate down to my crotch. “You look like you’re packing, so we’ll just go with that.”
