“I wasn’t dropped on my head,” he says in a low, husky tone. Oh boy, he’s got a light accent, I don’t know what it is, but it’s hot.
“Ah,” I try again, but he keeps going.
“And I haven’t,” he rasps, leaning in close. “Had a penis enlargement.”
Eeek.
“It’s that big all on its own.”
My mouth drops open and my eyes widen with shock. Did he just? No, surely I didn’t hear him say that, to a complete stranger? Well, so much for being a gorgeous man. He just went from sexy to jerk in about three point five seconds. Okay, he’s still sexy.
“And for your information, lady,” he growls, so low and throaty I have to force myself to stay upright. “I know how to use it.”
Jerk.
Mega jerk.
It takes me a moment to find my sass, because really, it’s just crawled into its shell and hidden from this handsome destructive male in front of me. It comes back though, like it always does.
“What makes you so sure of that? I mean, if you used it well then I’d see no reason for this poor girl behind me to be on the floor sobbing because her vagina is in despair.”
His lips twitch.
“Or,” he says, stepping forward into my space. “It could be because she’s so devastated she’ll never get another taste.”
Oh wow, up close he’s even better. His skin slightly rougher, his hair a touch messier. Yum.
“What makes you so sure she wants another taste?” I challenge.
“Because they all do.”
Arrogant.
“I wouldn’t.”
His lip twitches again and in the corner of my eye, I see the blonde girl stand, straightening herself out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t say anything and–”
“Inside, Bethany,” he orders, not taking his eyes from me.
“But, she just came up and … I swear … I don’t even like her–”
I gasp. She just stomped on girl code. You don’t backstab someone trying to help you. I hope she gets crabs.
“Bethany, inside,” he orders again.
Crossing her arms and pouting, she disappears inside.
“Now that,” I say, waving my hand casually at the door. “Wasn’t a very nice girl. I can see why you dumped her.”
He snorts and I turn back to him, studying his hard features.
“You know,” he murmurs, low. “You should be more careful who you mouth off to.”
“Why?” I snap, putting a hand on my hip. “Are you going to attack me with your sword?”
I nod at his crotch and his face lightens just slightly. He’s got a hard face; I imagine even if he smiled, he would never look carefree. This man has demons, all men with faces like his do.
“Why is it,” he says in a dangerous tone, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it and pressing it to his lips. “That all of you,” he looks me over as he takes a puff, “women, assume it’s the man’s fault when things go bad?”
“Isn’t it?” I say, crossing my arms.
“Women cheat,” he murmurs.
“They do.”
“And lie.”
“Yes.”
“And break hearts.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“Then why,” he asks again. “Is it assumed the man is always the jackass?”
“Because men have a very powerful tool between their legs, and that tool can cause, well, slight stalker tendencies in women.”
“Stalker tendencies?” he repeats, eyebrows raised.
“Yes, stalker tendencies. This is how it goes, listen carefully. Woman meets man. Man is hot, somewhat like you.” His lips twitch but I ignore it and keep going. “Man takes woman to bed, blows her mind and when she wakes the next day, he’s gone. This leaves woman desperate, and woman then proceeds to turn into what we so fondly call, well, to put it nicely, eccentric.”
He stares at me like I’m off my rocker. “All of this because they want,” his voice drops low. “The dick?”
“Pretty much.”
He sighs, taking a long, deep puff of smoke. “Bethany fits that role, I suppose.”
“Then you should learn from your mistake, and next time perhaps try breaking it off with a little more decency.”
He opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off.
“Or better yet, keep your sword sheathed and be a decent human being.”
His eyes flash and I grin at him. I don’t know this man. He could be anyone and I’m out here, alone mind you, baiting him. Still, he doesn’t seem like the silent killer type, just a very attractive man who knows, and gets, exactly what he wants.
“I imagine it would be very different, if it was you receivin’ my … sword.”
I gape at him. Then I throw my hands on my hips and toss back, “You’re wrong about that, buddy. I’m not that girl.”