"Getting fresh for me?"
"How'd you know?"
"I figured the market opened in Australia."
"Is that how the time zones work?"
"Maybe? I don't have them memorized."
"Japan," I say. "That's the market for me."
"Of course. How else could you afford this place?" She lets out a low, throaty laugh as I sit next to her and pull her into my lap. "Hey."
"Hey." I bring my hand to her cheek. "This is really fucking sexy."
"Is it the bad taste in music?" She motions to the Sinful Serenade logo embossed on the black tee.
"They're customers."
"Aren't they a big deal?"
"Pretty big."
"It's not my kind of music."
"How about I play an album and we see how much you rock out?"
"Well, I'm not going to deny I enjoy No Way in Hell. It's a jam. And romantic in its own way." She looks down at me. "Do you really know them?"
"Why? Want an introduction?"
"A threesome."
I laugh. "Is that part of your experimentation?"
"Would you have a threesome with another guy?"
"Maybe."
"Really?" she asks.
"No."
"I knew it. You're vanilla. The red Converse are a lie," she says.
"Oh no, I'm a freak. I just don't like to share." I pull her closer.
"Me either." She looks into my eyes. "You're handsome up close."
"Not from far away?"
"There too." She leans in to press her lips to mine.
"I came downstairs with pure intentions."
"I know." She kisses me harder this time, claiming some part of me, something beyond the physical. "Have you really worn this?"
"No."