Page 42 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
“Glow in the dark?”
“Probably. I’ve never used one.”
“Oh, so they’re just not for girls?”
“No, anyone can stick an anal plug in their ass.”
“Interesting.” I pondered for a moment, thinking if I could incorporate an anal plug in my book.
“Don’t even think about it,” Henry said, stopping me. “You’re not writing about anal plugs.”
“And why not?” I asked defiantly.
“Because you don’t even know what a dick looks like in the flesh. You can’t go from virgin to anal plug-stuffing romance writer. Work your way in, Rosie. Write about stuff you know.”
“I know nothing,” I said a little frustrated. “I know that when you kick a man in the crotch, he won’t want to see you again.”
“That’s not true. Atticus may want to call you.”
“I made him throw up, Henry.”
He nodded and I saw a small smirk spread across his face. I despised him at the moment.
“Yea, we might want to cut our losses with Atticus and move on. Your date tonight—focus on that and the taco man.”
“His name is Alejandro,” I said, just as a ping went off on my computer, causing me to turn and see what the noise was.
A picture of Alejandro popped up on my screen and a message from him.
Hi Rosie,
I’m so glad you wrote me back. How does Monday sound? We can meet at the restaurant.
Alejandro
“Alejandro wrote me back,” I squealed. “He wants to go out Monday night. What should I say back?”
A long exhale came out of Henry as he got off my bed and stepped up behind me. His hands rested on my shoulders and he read the message off my computer.
“For the record, I don’t like this guy. He seems too excited.”
“And that’s a bad thing?” I looked up at him over my shoulder.
“No, but I just don’t like him.”
“That’s very mature of you,” I teased. “So what should I say?”
“Do you want to meet him on Monday?”
“Should I? I don’t want to sound desperate?” Henry gave me a pointed look, so I pinched his stomach, making him step back. “I’m not desperate, just . . . intrigued. So Monday, then?”
“Sure, but you will be telling me where this taco place is, because to hell if I’m going to let you go out with this Alejandro and not know about it.”
“You’re too protective,” I said while writing Alejandro back and letting him know Monday worked perfectly.
“Just don’t want to see you get hurt.” He paused for a second and then spun me around in my chair. He knelt in front of me and held my hands. He took a deep breath and said softly, “You know, Rosie, if you wanted, I could just show you everything myself.”
My heart stopped beating as I tried to comprehend Henry’s offer.Was he serious?
