Page 85 of The Muse
I pause my licking, trying to figure out what he means that’s not perverted.
“How long can you go before you want the whole cookie?” He pops the rest of it into his mouth and grins while chewing.
“I’m sure I can go longer than you,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“June wasn’t here for more than a minute before you got into the cookie jar.”
“Respectfully, fuck you.” I eat the rest of the cookie because I don’t like how he’s watching me lick the frosting. It’s like he’s watching me have sex, ready to critique my skills. “When are you going to tell me what you do for a living?”
“Nothing. My wife is rich. I highly recommend marrying a woman who comes from a wealthy family. Then you can get a job, but you don’t have to make a living.”
“Then what’s your job?”
“That’s such a good question,” he says, continuing to stack the cookies. They’re halfway up the jar. “I’m still trying to figure that out.”
“Why do you wear a suit every day?”
“Because I look good in a suit. Don’t you agree?” He glances up at me.
“I’m not an expert on suits. So I don’t know if that suit looks good on you.” I point to my neck. “You never wear your tie tight.”
“Callie likes it loose. Well, she used to anyway.”
“I’m going to the orchestra with June. You ever been?” I ask, leaning my backside against the fridge.
“Of course.”
“What did you wear?”
“A tux.”
“You have to wear a tux to the orchestra?”
“No.”
“Then what should I wear?”
“What’s June wearing?”
“I don’t know.”
He chuckles. “Well, find out. You decide what you’re wearing based on what she’s wearing. Is her outfit formal or semi-formal?”
“What if it’s formal?”
“Then wear a tux.”
“I don’t have one.”
“Then rent one or buy one.”
I mumble an expletive under my breath.
“Don’t grumble at me. You asked.”
“What if it’s semi-formal?”
“Then wear a suit. But I’m guessing you don’t have one of those either.” He places the lid on the cookie jar. “I’d let you borrow one of mine, but it wouldn’t fit you.”
