Gerri gave her a look that shut her up. “If there were two men that could give you the most amazing sex of your life, would you do it?”
Well, when she put it like that.
“Um.” She bit her lip. “Together?”
“Yes, together.”
“Are they going to do stuff to each other or only to me?”
Gerri gave a tired sigh. “No, darling. It’s all about you.”
“Hey, I don’t know much about this stuff or how it works,” she said, a little irritated that Gerri looked at her like she was a woman having sex for the first time. She’d had sex, dammit. She hadn’t had any amazing sex. She’d had lots of crappy sex for sure.
“I’m sorry, Tally. I don’t mean to put you on the defensive. There are ménages that involve men and women all getting involved with each other. I want to know your preferences.”
“I wouldn’t be averse to trying. I mean, I’m not a damn virgin but I’m not stuck in the old ages either. I’m not the most adventurous woman out there,” she admitted. “Two good-looking men? Giving me great sex? That is kind of a no-brainer.”
Gerri chuckled. “Smart woman.”
She leaned forward, trying to see what the hell was on the notepad. “What does this have to do with my date?”
“Nothing. Merely curious.” She shrugged. “We have so many handsome men in my system. Care to describe how you like yours? Are you more into businessmen with kind eyes and wicked smiles or do you prefer hot bikers with tattoos and ass-hugging jeans?”
“Shit. If I could get those two rolled into one, I would be the happiest woman in the world.” She sighed.
Gerri had described the two men from earlier. The image of the two men pleasing her in all kinds of ways sent her temperature skyrocketing.
“Got someone in mind already?” Gerri’s eyes went wide for the first time. “You do!”
She shook her head in denial, heat crowding her cheeks. “I remembered your guests from earlier. Those guys were sinfully sexy.”
A slow, predatory grin slid over Gerri’s lips. “My nephew and his friend. Yes, they are very handsome boys.”
More like hot as hell with a side of scorching, but handsome worked too.
“How’s your luck been with men?” Gerri asked.
She didn’t bother lying. “The pits. All I meet are jerks or rejects from the weirdest date club.”
“Really? But you’re such a pretty girl,” Gerri mused.
“Come on, Gerri.” She twisted her lips into an unhappy smile. “I know I’m not bad looking, but my hair is too curly, I have too many curves and my attitude apparently needs some sweetening was what my last two dates told me.” She clenched her teeth hard. “They also said I shouldn’t have such high expectations because looks aren’t everything,” she grumbled, folding her arms over her chest. “This because I mentioned to one guy that his profile photo was not him.”
“Oh?” Interest sounded in Gerri’s voice.
“He used a photo of a very good-looking man. A man he looked nothing like.” She frowned, growing angry all over again over that episode. “Apparently the photo was of a British actor. My date said he was always told he looked like that actor so he didn’t see the need to post his own photo when that would do.”
“But he doesn’t look like the actor?”
She bit her lip to keep from growling. “No. The actor had hair. My date didn’t. The actor was fit. My date looked like a slob. His sweats had stains on them. And...” She scrunched her nose. “He had really yellow teeth.”
“Wow,” Gerri said. “That sounds like a terrible date.”
“It gets worse.” She glanced down at her plate covered with smudges of icing. “He took me to have coffee and I ended up having to pay for him because he ‘forgot’ his wallet.”
“Oh, you poor girl.” Gerri gasped, horror visible over her features.
“I have at least one hundred other stories like that. Dating sucks and I won’t do it anymore. But I need someone to come to my family wedding and I want the man to be the hottest you can find. Even if I never see him again,” she said hopefully. “I want everyone to shut their mouths about my dating life already. So, can you help?”
Gerri nodded. “Yes, I believe I can.”
“The hotter the man, the better. I want tongues to wag.”
Gerri’s giggles filled the apartment. “My dear, you are most definitely my kind of client. I have exactly what you need.”
“Good.” She stood. “I’ll need him for my first event, the bridal shower, in a week. Have him show up at the restaurant. I don’t have time to come home. I have a long day and we’ll have to meet there.” She headed for the door with Gerri by her side. “I trust your instinct. So whoever you pick for this I’m okay with.”