Page 44 of His Obsession

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Page 44 of His Obsession

"If you were a movie director, what kind of movie would you make?"

"Easy. Porn," he said, grinning.

I half expected him to say that. I read somewhere that men think about sex nineteen times a day. That doesn’t leave much time for thinking of more important things.

“What is your favorite drink?”

“Scotch.”

“Gross, that shit burns,” I said, recalling a miserable memory.

“Then you are doing it wrong.”

“Hmm, whatever. If you could do anything right now, what would you do?”

He turned to me with a devious sparkle in his eye. "I don't think you want me to answer that."

I blushed and moved on, looking at my phone for the next question. "If your pet could talk, what would it say?"

"I don't have pets. What is this?"

"It's a questionnaire to break the awkward silence," I admitted, laughing.

“Christ.”

“Tell me about your chest tattoo,” I asked. I didn’t know what it was about Alek’s tattoos, but they fascinated me, and I wanted to know all about them.

“No. Go back to your ridiculous questions.”

“Ugh, I’ll eventually get you to tell me everything,” I said. I wouldn’t give up on it.

“Don’t hold your breath.”

“Fine, if you were a bird, what kind would you be? An Eagle or Parakeet?”

“Neither. I’d be a vulture.”

“Ew.Why would you choose that?” I cringed. I’d never heard anyone say that. People mainly want to be a majestic bird like the Bald Eagle or a Peregrine Falcon for speed.

“Because vultures thrive on death. It guarantees them a meal without having to hunt or kill. That sounds ideal to me,” he said, pulling into the garage.

“That’s morbid, poetic, and disgusting all at the same time.”

He shrugged, and we got out of the car. “Dinner?”

“You can’t say you’d be a bird that feeds on dead animals, then ask me about dinner. That’s macabre.” I pointed out.

“Would you rather feed on living animals? Besides, we all eat dead animals.”

I hated it when he was right. “Touché.”

“Dinner?” he repeated.

“Starving.”

I hadn’t eaten since the early lunch when he bought sandwiches for the office that he and I ate at his desk.

“Sushi?”




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