Kulti(96)
“Because I like it,” I told him. Though, okay, it was only the partial truth. I did like it. I also thought the two guys who tried to survive in different conditions and environments were really attractive.
Kulti made a humming noise but clicked on the oldest episode at the top. I definitely wasn’t going to complain.
Not even fifteen minutes into the show, the German completely turned his entire body in my direction, his face suspicious.
I set the plate on my lap and blinked. “What?”
“You like them or the show?”
Oh brother. Marc had laughed hysterically when I admitted how hot I found the two men—they were in their early forties, both graying, one at an early stage of hair loss, but I didn’t care. They were really attractive and the whole survival thing only helped. What did I have to be ashamed about? “Them, mostly.”
Kulti’s facial expression didn’t change, but his tone said it all. “You’re joking.” He couldn’t believe it. What was the problem? They were both good looking.
“No.”
He blinked those green-brown eyes at me. “Why?” he asked, like I’d just told him I drank my own pee.
I picked the plate up and held it directly under my mouth before taking a bite of my sandwich. “Why not?”
“You are young enough to be their daughter,” he ground out. “One of them doesn’t have hair on half his head.”
I took another bite of my food and watched him carefully, not even thinking it was weird that he seemed so outraged at who I found attractive. “First off I doubt they’re old enough to be my dad, and secondly I could care less about a bald spot.”
Kulti shook his head slowly.
Okay. “They’re both in good shape, have nice smiles and nice faces.” I glanced at the screen. “And I like their beards. What’s wrong with that?”
His mouth gaped a millimeter.
“What?”
“Do you have father issues?”
“What? No. My dad’s great, jeez.”
His mouth still hadn’t closed that tiny gap. “You like old men.”
I bit both my lips, eyes wide. I’m sure my nose flared a little bit. How close to the truth he was, and it almost made me laugh. Instead, I shrugged. “I wouldn’t say old, merely… mature?”
Kulti stared at me for so long I started laughing.
“Stop looking at me like that. I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to guys my own age. When I was younger…” I’d been in love with you, I thought but didn’t say out loud. “I thought they were dumb and then it just stuck,” I explained.
He still didn’t say a word.
“Quit it. Everyone has a type. I’m sure you do.”
Kulti blinked. “I’m not attracted to senior citizens.”
I rolled my eyes. “Okay, fine. You don’t like older men or women.”
He ignored my jab at him being attracted to men. “I don’t have a type,” he said slowly.
Yes, he did, and I knew exactly what it was. “Everyone is attracted to certain things, even you.”
Those hazel-green eyes blinked at the speed of a moving glacier. “You want to know what I’m attracted to?”
I was thirty seconds too late to realize that I didn’t want to know after all. Did I want to hear him spout off prerequisites I didn’t fit? No. Hell no. While I completely understood his place in my life, that didn’t mean I wanted to be the antithesis of Reiner Kulti’s dreams. My pride could only handle so much.
But it wasn’t like I could back-down by that point. Gritting my teeth, I nodded. “Go for it since you think I’m such a weirdo.”
“I like legs.”
Legs? “And?”
His eyes narrowed just barely. “Confidence.”
“Okay.”
“Nice teeth.”
Hmm.
“A beautiful face.”
My eyelid may have started twitching.
“Someone who makes me laugh.”
The twitching went into overdrive. “Are you making stuff up?” Because, really? Kulti laughing? Ha.
“Is there something wrong with my list?” he asked with a stony even glare.
“There wouldn’t be anything wrong with it if you weren’t randomly blurting stuff out. Someone who makes you laugh? I feel like you’re going to start describing a unicorn after that.”
He prodded at the inside of his cheek with his tongue. “Just because I’m not attracted to women old enough to remember the last Great War, doesn’t mean my list is made up,” Kulti said.