Sorry, this one hasn’t got a proper title yet.
“Hey, you ever thought of modeling for romance book covers?” Cerise asked.
Cerise laughed again. “Don’t sound so worried, Ryder. You’ve got a nice build and that whole chiseled jaw and cleft in your chin. You could make some good money modeling.”
“Only if you’re the photographer.”
“Okay,” she replied.
“I fell right into your trap.”
“I know. That was way too easy. I thought I’d have to bait it for you to snap.”
I choked on what popped into my mind. Yes, naughty thoughts. I’m a man and I’m single and I’m in need of female companionship in the worst way.
“I heard that. That’s the sound of a man who’s got a dirty mind,” she tried to scold, but it didn’t work.
“No, that’s the sound of a man. Nothing dirty involved. We just think on a different wavelength. Haven’t you heard? We’re from Mars.”
© 2017 Dellani Oakes