"I'm thinking there are a few that would. You just need to find one that supports you and your dreams." She tilted her head a little to the side, studying me.
"Are you that kind of gi
rl, Cora?" I picked up another chip, watching various expressions run across her face. I was teasing her more than trying to dissect her, but I'd let her take the conversation wherever she wanted to. I was just glad to be there with her.
"I don't know. I think I would be. I'm more the type of person that wants everyone around me to find success more than I want to find it myself." She moved back as the fajitas were delivered. "Wow, that was fast."
"This place is the best. Clay and I sneak up here from time to time and grab one of those big-as-your-face burritos. Daniel would counsel us for an hour over the amount of salt and cholesterol on those things."
She laughed and picked up the tortillas, offering me one. "Seems like a great group of friends you have."
"It is." I started to put my fajita together as I snuck glances at her. "We've been friends for a long time, me and Clay since we were in elementary school. He's a great guy. I'm glad him and Emily hit it off. He's been in a bit of a dry spell lately."
"Is he planning on going anywhere after the summer?" She dipped her spoon into the sour cream, dropped the white cream on her plate and slid the spoon into her mouth.
My body tightened painfully, leaving me fully aware that of all the woman I'd been around in the last few months, she was by far the one I wanted to explore the most. Fuck.
"No, he's going to stay here." I licked the cheese off my fingers as I tried not to get my dinner all over my shirt. "How about Emily?"
"She's staying here, too. She'll be taking her master’s and then doctorate at Arizona State." She took a big bite of her fajita and closed her eyes, moaning loudly. The sound of her finding pleasure shot an arrow of desire through the center of me. I wanted to hear it again and again.
"Good. Then maybe we'll be in each other's lives for a long time." I took a big bite, wanting to moan loudly myself, but holding it in. The food was delicious, but the company was much better than anything I'd experienced in a long time.
"Brody?" A loud whiny voice called me from the moment. I turned to see Dina standing a few feet from us, a smile on her beautiful face. Her long dark hair was hanging around her shoulders, leaving her to look like an exotic princess of sorts.
"Hey, Dina." I stood up, thinking it might be best to walk over to her rather than have her come and introduce herself to Cora. With my luck, she'd mention the blow job in front of my newest obsession and send me back to square one.
"You look amazing." She smiled and reached out, brushing her hands over my chest as I stopped in front of her.
"You, too. Life treating you well?" I carefully took her hands and pulled them from me, trying to be nonchalant about it.
"It's been good, but I've missed you. Three days and nothing? Was I not good enough?" She gave me a knowing look. The bitch was every man's wet dream. She was good enough for most, but she wasn't the girl for me.
"Don't be silly. I'll call you soon. I'm having dinner with a friend tonight, though. Take care, okay?" I winked and turned, walking back to the table as she called out to me.
"No taking her to the lookout, okay? That's our place." A sexy smile lifted her lips.
I cringed as I dropped back down in my chair and waved at her. "Yep."
Cora laughed and shook her head. "Your hormones know no bounds, do they? You're just the typical frat boy type."
Her words didn't match her tone, so defending myself didn't seem necessary.
"Frat boy type? And what does that mean, exactly?" I winked at her and shoved the rest of my fajita into my mouth.
"Hot. Cocky. Sleeps around. Doesn't really care much about commitment." She picked up her drink and pressed the straw to her lips as she watched me closely.
God, she so fucking hot.
"Thanks for the compliment?" I wiped my mouth on my napkin and then worked to make myself another fajita. "I'm not so sure I agree with the last part of your statement. I've never been in a committed relationship, so the first one I actually agree to, I'll let you know if I care enough to remain committed."
"No way, really?" Her eyes grew a little wide. "You've never had a girlfriend?"
"Maybe when I was a kid, but not since." I shrugged. "I've never found a woman that wanted anything more than a few nights in the sheets. I don't have dates or conversations like this. Girls are far more whorish than guys, and I'm not kidding. You've seemed to convince yourself otherwise. I've seen it from this angle, and I'm telling you that half the reason I am the way I am is because of being treated like a tool by too many women."
"Wow." She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you being serious right now or shitting me?"
"I'm being serious." I took another big bite of my dinner, chewing slowly and letting her digest the idea that maybe she'd turned me into a villain without considering the why. She didn't say another word, but picked at her food while I finished mine.