Page 28 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Hey Henry. Date?” I asked, trying to forget the sexual thoughts running through my mind. If only Henry didn’t look at me as if I was the only girl he wanted to talk to. It was no wonder he scored so well. When he spoke to someone, he gave them his complete focus.
“Yup, a blonde I met on the subway.” He acted as if it was no big deal.
“Picking girls up on public transportation is kind of below you, Henry.”
Smirking, he leaned over and said, “Not when her tits are hanging out for the world to see.”
“Ugh, Henry.”
“What? You know I like a good rack and can’t help myself when I see one.”
“You could try. What if she’s a psycho killer?”
“She’s not, I already googled her after she told me her whole name. She works for a fashion company in Soho. She has that whole bohemian style and doesn’t mind showing off her assets.” He wiggled his eyebrows while tickling my side.
“Stop.” I laughed, pulling away. “Please excuse me, I need to pick out some outfits for the two dates I have coming up.”
“Two dates?” His eyebrows shot up.
“Yes, I have swing dancing tomorrow and bowling on Saturday with a guy I met today.”
“Bowling? Uh, that’s lame.”
“No, it’s cute,” I said, lifting my chin.
“Okay, but you’ll be giving me his information before you take off. I don’t trust any man who takes a girl bowling on the first date.”
“You’re so weird.” I chuckled. I was about to take off when I stopped myself and pressed my hand against Henry’s chest to stop him. My earlier conversation with Jenny pashed through my mind. “Henry, what does a guy like when it comes to a blow job?”
“What?” He shook his head. Yep, he hadn’t seen that coming
“A blow job, what do you like?”
Clearing his throat and shifting in place he said, “Rosie, this is not a conversation to have in a stairwell. I would rathershowyou in the privacy of our own home where I can teach you.”
“If you’re talking about me practicing on you, you can think again.”
“It’s education.” He laughed while lacing my hand with his. Always a flirt.
“I’m serious, Henry.”
Running his hand through his hair, he looked at his watch, contemplated for a second and then guided me upstairs.
“I have ten minutes, so sit down and be quiet,” he said as he forced me on the couch and went to the kitchen. When he returned, he had a banana in his hand and a concerned look on his face.
He sat next to me and held out the banana, but I didn’t pay attention to that. Instead, I studied the crease in his brow.
“What’s going on?” I asked, rubbing out the crease with my fingers.
“I don’t like this.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“You. Blow jobs. I don’t want you to be handing out blow jobs. I know I’ve been teasing you a lot lately, but this seems so real. I don’t like it.”
“So you’re saying I shouldn’t be giving guys blow jobs?”
“Guys? Rosie, please tell me you aren’t about to hand these out as a parting gift after each of your dates.”
