An Excerpt from "Behind the Mask", a Work of Blue Silvery Goodness, Amber Quill Press, 7/06

“I’ll tell you a secret if you’ll tell me whether or not you’re interested in me,” Robert said.

Did she want to know his secrets?  She liked secrets in general, but was she interested?  In him?  She hadn’t considered him an option.  Why would she?  He was a famous musician and she? Was a nobody accountant who looked like an overweight younger version of Glenn Close. What the hell was he trying to pull here?

“If you’re looking to get laid,” she pointed out, “you’d have better luck downstairs.  That’s where the groupies are.”

“I don’t need luck.  I don’t need to get laid, either.”  He didn’t seem particularly upset by her theory. 

“If it’s not that, you must be an ugly chaser.  Like a chubby chaser, but not limited to fatties.  You seduce women who’ll kiss your butt just because you noticed them.”

“I wouldn’t describe you as ugly or a butt kisser.”

“Are you seriously asking me to have sex with you?  That’s kind of tacky.”

He raised an eyebrow at her.  “You think that’s what I want?”

“Don’t all men want it?”

“Don’t women?”

It had been a while for her and she liked sex, but she wasn’t desperate.  “From the right man.”

“Am I the right man?”

“I don’t even know you!” she exclaimed.  “What kind of person do you think I am?”

“I’m not sure.  I thought I’d find out.”

“So you do want sex.”

Robert finally moved away from the dresser, walking across the room with a rangy grace that disconcerted her.  He stopped a few feet away from the sink.  “You’re the right woman.” 

© 2006 Jody Wallace